Saturday, August 28, 2010

Okay, okay, okay.


So, i've realized that something happens when you have a job... especially a job that you're at most days from 8:45 am until 7 pm and don't have a computer... and that's that all you can manage when you get home is eat and sleep. The basics. The last few weeks have been eating, sleeping and breathing Violet Cakes and it feels really nice to be busy again. Right now is a nervewracking in between time, visa applications, job hunts, house hunts, and the waiting game because nothing, nothing at all, can be done before the UK says i'm allowed to stay here for longer. Adventures will happen soon, adventures with pictures, and until then... i will leave you with this.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Home sweet home, week 1.



















Week one of being back stateside has been one of those weeks that's go go go go go. In this span of a week i've had to divide my time between being a tour guide and relaxing in a major way. List form is what i think best illustrates what we've done. Bocce, lobster rolls and hoagies in Princeton with Tait. Butchers, farm stands and fresh vegetables from the garden. Booze and barbecues. First times for s'mores and american bagels. Phillies vs. Mets. A boathouse bar. Backyard football, brunches and weddings.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Supper Club.






A few nights ago there was a supper club at Violet Cakes. I had never been to one and wasn't quite sure what to expect, but was excited because everything about the shop is always so on point. This was no different. The place was transformed, the company was lively and the food was incredible. James Lowe of St. John Bread and Wine fame was the guest chef and served up seven courses that consisted of things like foraged wild pea and runner bean salad and a rib of beef that had been slow cooked for 3 hours. I was completely blown away, and to top it off, there was a wonderful band that played as we drank elderflower champagne and ate dessert. This was a night well spent in the company of the friendliest of strangers.