Saturday, 12 November 2011

Seasonal Nostalgia

I love living in London but when the season turns to Autumn I miss the countryside. I grew up with the smell of woodsmoke, with crunchy leaves and frosted grass underfoot, with the warm breath of ponies hanging in the crisp, still air.

I remember vividly coming home when the light is dimming and leaving wellies, scarves and gloves in the hall, to sit with toes as close to the log fire as we dared.

Living in the city you only get a muted version of Autumn. We're lucky enough to have a large green wooded area close by, but it's not the same as watching the deer nibble frosty grass from your bedroom window and collecting chestnuts at the end of the lane to roast on the fire.

Today was one of those days where I longed for the countryside. So I baked. Enough for many more people than live in this house.


Banana bread

Seeded sourdough loaves.

I then prepared an enormous Indian meal for City Boy and I to gorge ourselves on: poppadoms with chutney and raita, chana dal, spicy roasted aubergine, prawn coconut curry, rice and naan. Needless to say, we'll be eating it for the next week.

So, full and satisfied, I'm off to tuck myself up with a hot water bottle and a good book. Wild Saturday nights round here. I'm using the excuse of going on holiday on Wednesday to justify a lazy weekend.


  1. Sounds like a perfect balance Littlest House - I miss the seasons

  2. All sounds pretty good to me too! All that food is making me hungry!