The Cauliflower


A book, and book cover, discovered through the She Designs feed (this one is by the talented Lucy Kim). Heading to everyone’s most reviled book outlet to find a description, I came across this gem of a blurb:

“to the world he is Sri Ramakrishna – godly avatar, esteemed spiritual master, guru. To the temple owner, he is a Brahmin chosen to defy tradition. But to Hriday, his nephew, he isn’t simply Uncle – maddening, bewildering Uncle, prone to enter trances at the most inconvenient times, who must be protected not only from jealous enemies but also from that most treasured yet insidious of sulphur-rich vegetables: the cauliflower.”


I’m absolutely fine, but…podcast of the week

I’m absolutely fine is the podcast from The Midult, and each episode starts with the presenters and guest explaining that they’re absolutely fine, but… It’s a soothing listen taking in everything from an unexpected eye twitch to worries about the gas left burning, or a realisation mid-way through the day that going for the no make up look is no longer possible if you want to look alive. Then there’s a short interview with the guest and a rummage through their handbag / makeup bag for a gossipy end to the show. Good humour and friendship are the main things to enjoy, and there a good mix of comfort and perspective setting. It’s also much more fun than I’m making it sound!



In case you’re still hibernating and winter-tired, a quick reminder that you don’t have to have strenuous resolutions just because it’s January.

two-toed sloth by Hilary Stebbing

You are living the dream (and blog of the week)

Putting pencils in the kids’ Christmas stockings reminds me of Ben’s fourth birthday, when our friend Daniel asked him if anything special had happened yet and Ben said, with his little eyes glittering with excitement, “Well, Daniel. Yes. I got juice without any water in it.” “Juice without any water in it!”, Daniel said. “You are living the dream.”

The excellent gift guides and game recommendations are only one reason that I’m enjoying the new to me blog, Ben and Birdy. The writing is the other! Happy Birthday to my mother, who is also happy with small presents to mark the day. 

my IKEA wine rack


For this Michelangelo commission I had great fun yesterday trying to convey the sound of metal ladders being pulled up from the damned as pictured in The Last Judgment and that of angels’ long-stemmed trumpets knocking the heads of the elect. I found the right sound for this latter action by bouncing the bowl of a ladle against the top of my IKEA wine rack…

Attrib. from “Attrib. and other stories” by Eley Williams. The Angel isn’t not Michelangelo at all, but I imagine the sound of trumpets knocking would be quite golden so I decided this angel might be a better fit.

a deeper meaning

OK guys and gals, we have the next installation of my earwagging on the streets…

And then we have exactly the same table but with him dying first

Are you taking Miranda to golf?

It’s like when frogs try to cross

We’re good people and we’re moved by something bigger

Now that was a castle

I managed to shop for the first time in my life and I was like, I’m gonna die!

They’re stuck together with jam

“They can speak all the languages.” “That’s good.”

So what do you need from us…oh, you want tickets. And PANCAKES? You want tickets AND pancakes?

What we need is some chefs on instagram with a fish dish

So you’re still fun, but more focused

Nowadays every guy and his gal in shoreditch have a face tattoo, but as far as I’m concerned, unless you’ve killed at least two people you can’t do that. And I’m like, mate, you’re probably from Cambridge…

It’s just an allegation

It turns out he worked quite a lot

Did they have lots of COFFINS in the summer? What? Oh, I thought you’d have remembered that.

He’s off his tits on broccoli. (Ok – admittedly that was anyone who overheard me having a particular conversation with my mum.)

Well, it’s not the best banana.

What can I say? It is a shame (link to full story here)

Fifteen clarinets playing at once: it’s terrible.

It was so, so disgusting.

How long was Gerrard at the buffet?

Hi Dad, er…essentially I need to borrow 24 quid.

“So before they get here, anything I should know?”

“Henry’s having an affair.”

“I thought you’d say that.”

Enjoy is a soft word, I would say love.

Moominpappa abandoned all hope

Once, when Moomintroll was quite small, his father got a cold at the very hottest time of summer. Moominpappa redused to drink warm milk with onion juice and sugar, and he refused to go to bed. He sat in the garden hammock blowing his nose and saying his cigars had a horrible taste…

When his cold became much worse…Moominmamma brought him a substantial rum toddy. Only by then it was too late. The rum toddy tasted just as bad as onion milk, and Moominpappa abandoned all hope and took to his bed in the northern attic room. He had never been ill before and took a very serious view of the matter.

The start of The Memoirs of Moominpappa

Feed of the week


@ice_cream_books: does what it says on the tin. Ideal for heat waves… Each instagram post tells you not just what the book is, but also why that ice cream pairing was chosen for it, eg egg custard flavour; money pie for Piketty, etc