Home-made marmalade on toast, and a good coffee. A breakfast masterpiece.
Ok, so it’s not the Sistine Chapel, but there is a perfection in producing simple food from good ingredients.
I didn’t bake the bread, but I did make the marmalade from grapefruit grown in my backyard. I made the coffee; and now that I’ve learned to drive our expresso machine – and fluff the milk – it’s just like a bought one!
Last spring we planted our first proper vege garden. All summer and well into autumn we harvested tomatoes, peppers, herbs, courgettes, radishes, beetroot and a few others bits and pieces. Every perfect red tomato, each sprig of thyme or bunch of spring onions was a masterpiece; grown in soil we’d prepared, fed with compost we’d made, watered with rainwater from our roof, and ultimately eaten a few metres from where it was picked. Perfection!
The view from my bedroom window. Gayhurst House, Buckinghamshire, 1998.
Sue’s Word of the Week is roof, and – well I just couldn’t resist. This really was the view from the flat I lived in in Gayhurst House, near Newport Pagnell in England.
I’ve blogged about Gayhurst elsewhere, so I’ll be brief here. The building in the picture was originally a servant’s toilet block, constructed in the 1840s by a former tenant of Gayhurst, Lord Carrington. Somewhat eccentric, Carrington was apparently obsessed with plumbing. This led to the installation of an unexpectedly large (for the time) number of toilets around the house including this – highly unusual one for his male servants. A History of Gayhurst describes it thus:
… the male servants were provided with a remarkable five-seater lavatory in a circular building which still stands behind the house, surmounted by a carved figure of Cerberus, the three-headed dog that guards the gates of Hades.
This building is now fully attached to the main house and is the living room of one of the apartments.
TV chefs keep telling us we eat with our eyes first – and if I ever needed evidence for that – I found it trying to capture any sense of the pleasure of eating in black and white food photos.
For me, the only one that works is the coffee shot; and that’s hardly surprising since we order coffee on this spectrum. Luckily for my photographic endeavors, my partner drinks his black, I take milk.
I guess I could have spent some time in the kitchen and constructed a salad of feta cheese and kalamata olives, or bought some licorice allsorts, but that kinda seemed like cheating (and I’d only end up eating all the sweets).
All of these photos were taken on my iPhone and edited with Ultimate Photo Editor Lite.