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Northern Tea Party: June 2010
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Sunday, 27 June 2010. A quarter of that please. 30 degree heat, prosecco. And fresh raspberries, elegant beautiful company and Manchester. I've had worst saturday's. Thomas Restaurant and Bar opened back in March in Manchester's uber. Sitting with my equally truly uber. Cool friend Claire, we sat at first gawping at two young ladies having a fashion shoot in prom dresses against the back drop of a brick wall and lamppost. Trotting in 5 inch heels in bacofoil. Sweaty hugs more like. A diving soft and just...
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Northern Tea Party: Hot from the oven Cookies
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Thursday, 24 March 2011. Hot from the oven Cookies. He was destined for bad things. Telling the poor chap that he would die from an arrow to the foot. His mum slipped up bigtime by narrowly missing his feet from a good soak in the mythical magical waters of the River Styx. Achilles did not stand a chance. Shot by a poison arrow. What a way to go. Still He inspired one of ABCs finest pop melodies to date. We all have them. Mine are usually baking conquests that I cannot do. Of which there are two. 3 Whack...
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Northern Tea Party: And on the first day, God gave us Betel
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Saturday, 16 April 2011. And on the first day, God gave us Betel. A blindfold. Some melamine bowls and a ransacked cupboard. The components to the perfect and free game in any household. Feeding my brother whole tablespoons of mayonnaise and making him crunch his way through maxwell house coffee have been some of my most inspired pieces to date. An invasive and tyrannous game some might say. I just call it ground breaking. A population of 8 million and possibly a restaurant for each person. If the west v...
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Northern Tea Party: July 2010
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Tuesday, 27 July 2010. That's the sound we like! Just a quick wee message to celebrate my gorgeous sister's engagement. We shopped till we dropped and ate out al fresco at the almost new Piccolino's in Clitheroe. The bubbles were flowing. Congratulations to the lovely couple! Tek me t'Three Fishes Luv. Upon this very evening, my partner in crime and I headed not to far from our hometown of. The swirling B roads en route to our destination favoured by ramblers, cyclists and bikers always exude to me an ai...
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Northern Tea Party: December 2010
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Tuesday, 14 December 2010. The pub can't even handle me right now. I love doing Christmas quizzes with my classes in school. Although the entire cohort of my children are fully ensconced with the notion that Santa does not come down their chimney with his magic key, they are happy to play along with the remaining 59, 000, 970 of the population of the UK and throw themselves right into the party spirit. The sheer magnitude of the yuletide season for me starts to throng around the 12th of December. What st...
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Northern Tea Party: April 2010
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Monday, 26 April 2010. THE WORK OF THE DEVIL ITSELF. There is something of a renaissance happening in the supermarkets. They have tried infiltrating our charts with gimmicky 80's music spun in with endless norweigan artists and now they are filling our baskets with memoirs of childhood. It's as if the product development team of every major conglomerate that I have had beef with over the past 10 years have been listening intently on my deepest darkest conversations. This Battenburg lark, mangles with our...
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Northern Tea Party: My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
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Thursday, 14 April 2011. My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. The first in one of my culinary blogs from the city of NYC. First stop on our tourist marathon was the flat iron district. After skipping breakfast from a full tummy the night before, the sugar rush kicked in midday. Lucky me, we stumbled across the shake shack in the heart of the flat iron. My first ten dollars broken into, but it was all worth it just to get the vibrating device in my hand. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). And on...
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Northern Tea Party: January 2012
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Monday, 2 January 2012. More than a woman. And a village. I only popped in for a brew and a few malted milks. Blaring on HD was the River of No Return, a light hearted spit and sawdust rom com featuring Marilyn Monroe and Robert Mitchum from 1954. As I always do, when I visit the grandparentals, I am given the indispensable education into the devious world that is the sleepy suburb that is Rishton. Rumours that Jay Kay used to busk outside Burtons in Blackburn town centre have done the rounds whilst I wa...
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Northern Tea Party: January 2010
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Wednesday, 13 January 2010. The Last Great Bastian of Burnley. And t' Turf in Burnley. Where Brian Laws has been unveiled as the new manager. I like the fact that the news reports said he "impressed" on the second interview. I honestly did not know that Football managers are ever interviewed for their jobs. Perhaps questions would involve "tell me about a time when you have had a funny experience at a Football game" or perhaps they give them a load of artstraws. To mould the stadium? From a club shop.
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Northern Tea Party: March 2011
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Thursday, 24 March 2011. Hot from the oven Cookies. He was destined for bad things. Telling the poor chap that he would die from an arrow to the foot. His mum slipped up bigtime by narrowly missing his feet from a good soak in the mythical magical waters of the River Styx. Achilles did not stand a chance. Shot by a poison arrow. What a way to go. Still He inspired one of ABCs finest pop melodies to date. We all have them. Mine are usually baking conquests that I cannot do. Of which there are two. 3 Whack...