Monday was my birthday. Two zero. Some of the things I did (and some of my presents):
- I went to go see Skyfall – during which, while watching, I thought more deeply on some aspects of the movie (mainly subtext and art pieces – click to watch a video of Bond meeting Q in an art gallery) than I think I should have; it’s James Bond. My two favourite characters from the movie are Q and Moneypenny.
- I also got two OPI nail polishes from the James Bond collection. (Goldeneye and On Her Majesty’s Secret Service – they’re gorgeous! I’m wearing both now, with Goldeneye on my right ring fingernail and the rest of my nails painted with OHMSS.)
- One of my presents was The Smitten Kitchen cookbook, which I pored over and so many recipes jumped out at me. Deb’s stunning photography made me taste the food before I’d even read the recipe and some of the pairings I’ve never considered, yet am keen to try (plum and poppyseed, for example). One of the recipes from the blog I remembered with fondness, as I had made it before. There are recipes bookmarked!
- Unplanned, I also took a stab at reading Chaucer. I’ve been familiar with the name Chaucer for years, though I don’t think I’ve ever read him (knowingly, at least). My interest and curiosity were piqued after watching this Bill Bailey sketch and it is one of my favourites. I wish there were more like it.
My birthday desserts were flognarde with apples and currants, and a chocolate mousse that I made myself. I’m currently working on the recipe (just ONE tweak required) and hope to post it soon, aiming for Valentine’s Day. Fingers crossed.
I also was treated to a cheesecake petit four and chocolate cup. The chocolate cup was garnished with berries (mainly blueberries and one massive strawberry) and a singular cape gooseberry. It was the first time I’d had a cape gooseberry. It burst like a grape between my teeth and the taste was pleasant, and just slightly tangy. (I learned later, after some Googling, that it was a cape gooseberry. At the time I just assumed it was a gooseberry. They’re not the same thing. This post at The Kitchen and the Wikipedia article are informative.) I actually wrote a poem about it, as I was writing this post and became inspired. I would include this poem, except that I’m shy about sharing it at present. Maybe one day! [Update] In the meantime, here’s a photo of my writing process for this poem.