but when you call me baby
i know I'm not the only one.
There have been two delphinium harvests, the Highlands of Scotland, the wilds of Exmoor and everywhere in between.
Damsons have been turned into ice-cream, ripe tomatoes have dripped down chins, cocktails, coffees.
Flowers, so many flowers.
Hatches, matches and dispatches.
All observed and absorbed quietly by the florist.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 3:31 PM
I have never been here before, it is filled with joyous choral angels and butterflies and you land softly on a bed of cashmere.
There have also been weddings, and a wonderful flower school and parties and some cooking.
I shall attempt to climb out of the hole and bring them to you.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 12:39 PM
Spring flower school 27th April 2015 - Techniques
This class is a back to basics/ the building blocks of floristry sort of thing. In the informal surroundings of the shop, you will learn the techniques of
Hand tied bouquets
Vase arrangements for tables for dinners or weddings
Garlanding for garlands, wreaths and hanging arrangements
Photography tips on photographing your work with a smartphone
Whether you are an flower enthusiast, a blogger or somebody who has been asked to help with a wedding, this course is for you.
Gift vouchers are available, the perfect gift for Mothering Sunday.
For full details and to book a place click here and then there was Valentine…. He is a whippet/Bedlington cross. More on him this week, meanwhile you can follow him on instagram @valentinewhippet
Posted by Miss Pickering at 9:04 PM
Firstly, thank you for all of your wonderfully caring comments on the passing of The Hound. I cried all day everyday throughout December, customers cried with me, people who i have never spoken to put their head round the door to say how sorry they were, remembering him from his antics in the farmers market or as a regular fixture in the Tobie Norris.
It is a very strange reality without him, i keep forgetting and looking for him, or shouting him to get up.
I have become obsessed with looking for another dog on the internet, i think i know the whereabouts and age of every lurcher/ whippet/ weimaraner in rescue. I even went to see one, a lurcher who looked quite similar to The Hound, but she was so different in character, and i had a bit of a meltdown.
The first cut is the deepest.
In amongst all the tears and despair i have managed to fit in
Hundreds of Christmas wreaths
A trip to Brussels
A trip to London
3 rolls of 120 film
A lot of champagne
A few instagrams
It was the trip to Brussels to see the Belgian arm of the bee team, that inspired the above cheesecake. After my attempts at stealing baby Patrick were thwarted, i instead filled the suitcase with Speculoos biscuits.
Speculoos cheesecake with salted caramel sauce
( adapted from this recipe from Le Journal des Femmes)
I made this in an 8inch round tin.
175g speculoos biscuits
80g butter melted
360g cream cheese
Teaspoon of vanilla extract
4 tablespoons of water
200ml double cream
fleur de sel
In a food processor whizz up the biscuits to a fine crumb. Mix in the melted butter to form a dough. Tip this into a greased and lined loose bottomed tin, and with the back of a spoon spread it to form a base and about an inch up the sides of the tin to form a case. Bake blind in the oven at 180 for about 5 minutes and allow to cool.
Meanwhile mix the cheese and quark. The French recipe calls for 400g of Philadelphia with honey and 100g of plain. You can't get Philadelphia honey in Rutland, and the tubs are 180g in size, hence the last minute decision to add in some quark i happened to have. I think it would have been far too sweet and rich made the original way. Add the eggs, sugar and vanilla and beat until smooth, pour into the tin and bake in the oven for a further 30-40 minutes. Chill in the fridge for a few hours.
For the sauce, put the sugar and water into a heavy frying pan and heat until the sugar has dissolved then turn up the heat until a caramel colour and scent is reached. Remove from the heat and whisk in the cream and butter, then add some fleur de del to taste.
Serve sauce in fancy copper pan purchased in Brussels.
Then to London to see friends who are expecting a baby any day, and a trip to the Guy Bourdin Exhibition at Somerset House, do go it is very good.
and skies that belong in movies.
and chicken roasted after being smothered in creme fraiche, garlic, red onion, tarragon and flat leaf parsley.
A strange time, hideous and wonderful in equal measure.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 3:00 PM