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A fine roast at Borough market

beef.jpgRoast in Borough market is undoubtedly one of the best places in London for a big fat comfort inducing roast. This Sunday just gone we all bundled in for a well deserved long, lazy lunch.
Crab cakes couldn't be refused as a starter so we all decided to be rather unadventurous and have the same. Mains were perfectly cooked pork belly with apple sauce, cabbage and amazing roast potatoes. The beef was rather faultless too, medium rare as it said on the menu though contrary to what seemed to be the rules we were informed it could be cooked further if necessary.
All this was washed down with a beautiful English sparkling wine (Chapel Down 2004 Pinot Reserve). A perfect substitute for Champagne if not better by my standards. It's lighter and lacks the overly dry aftertaste that sometimes comes about after your second glass of something like Laurent Perrier. Its also lighter on the wallet at £45.
Perfect puddings followed with chocolate pots, vanilla crisps and cheese boards.
Our meal lasted about 3 hours. Perfect sunday laziness.

Posted by Louise Orcheston-Findlay on February 16, 2009 12:26 PM in Columnists| Food and Cooking| Louise Orcheston-Findlay| Reviews
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How to be a Black Metal Housewife

I love Black Metal. At least in idea, if not in actual practice. As amusing comedy musical genres go, it's the tops. What's not to love about a load of men indulging in sweaty homoerotic past times involving goats blood, sacrificial virgins and more make up than a branch of Superdrug?

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As you also may have gathered, I also have a bit of a soft spot for domesticity. Please bear in mind that an appreciation of domesticity doesn't mean that I'm particularly great at it. The current state of the attic room I live in is testament to that. I can't sew, knitting appears to be a task beyond the limitations of my motor skills, and, I'll let you into a secret here. I can't iron to save my life.

So, I have immense admiration for anyone who can do all of these things, and write a blog about how to keep your favourite Venom t-shirt looking as black as your bitter Gothic heart. Behold then the wonder of the Atmospheric Black Metal Kitchen. Writen by a girl who describes herself as being the darkest of all music genre's own answer to looking like new (remember, WOOLITE IST KRIEG) , handy pointers on stitching etiquette and care to ensure your patches don't fall off in a particularly energetic moshpit, and, perhaps most importantly of all, some rather fantastic advice on how to use soap. After all, a clean metalhead is a true metalhead.

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If, like my good self, your forté lies more in the baking side of affairs, then any sweet toothed appreciator of Thrash will appreciate The Black Oven, a blog dedicated to how to make Immaculate confections succumbed to northern darkness

The Black Oven is a work of wonder. Not only are the recipes so damn tasty, you'll be sacrificing the first of each batch to Odin, the cooking methods show that the production of fine confectionary is a dark art indeed. Somehow I can't imagine that you ever find Jamie Oliver telling Channel 4 viewers that their Les Petit Gateau de Légions-Noires are best enjoyed with a clenched hand to the heart in coronary distress.


Miss Cay


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Are we all sitting comfortably? Full bellies and a sense of contentment? Good good good. Let's get down to this shall we? (Well, after the ad for BBC3's Being Human-anyone watched that yet? Is it good?) IT'S MASTERCHEF!

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Posted by Miss Cay on February 5, 2009 7:58 PM in Food| Food and Cooking| Miss Cay
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So-this could be genius, or it could be madness (it all depends on how much wine I drink whilst I'm doing it), but (by popular demand) I shall be liveblogging the Thursday extended episode of Masterchef this evening.

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According to the BBC's website, tonight is the final Quarter-Final which means this is the last time we're going to be able to see rank amateurs attempt to poison top chef and restaurateur John Torode, and vegetable guru Gregg Wallace with a raw chicken and quinoa surprise.

So, if you're up for it, join me here at 8pm tonight, where I shall be shivering under a blanket in my living room with the telly on, praying that my internet connection doesn't conk out on me again. I'll also be posting my thoughts on Twitter if you fancy something more immediate.

So, who do you think will get through from the quarter-finals, Dollymixers? The crying miner bloke from Monday, or the polenta-obsessed Norwegian supermodel we saw last night? PLACE YOUR BETS NOW!

Miss Cay

WHY I LOVE... Masterchef

I love my food. Always have done, and probably always will do. Over the past few years, I've also become rather addicted to large swathe of the cookery programmes that appear to be slowly taking over the airwaves. I've seethed silently over Auntie Delia's love of tinned mince and frozen hockey pellets of mash, cooed over Nigella Lawson's obscenely good-looking kitchen, and-on more than one occasion-had to restrain my mother from licking the television screen when she's caught sight of that James Martin bloke who presents Saturday Kitchen.

I do a lot of cooking at home, and take a real pride in my skills in the kitchen. I know how to make a halfway decent loaf of bread, I can bake cakes so good they have been known to make grown men weep and, upon feeding him the fruits of my labours after I attended a Malaysian Cookery Course, my boyfriend once told me that my food was "as good-maybe better" than the stuff he got from his local takeaway. (Charming lad).

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However, around this time of year, an alarm clock goes off in my stomach. The alarm clock which compels me to park myself in front of a television at 8.30pm every weekday evening to watch two lardy, hairy, shouty men shovel obscene amounts of food into their mouths like a pair of mutant pez dispensers. Oh yes, it's time to come clean with my guilty little secret. Dollymixers, you can keep your Dancing on Ice and your X-Factor, I, Miss Cay, am addicted to Masterchef.

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Louise Orcheston-Findlay

A tip off from the Cheeky Girls leads us to the Chocolate Hotel

chocolate hotel.gifMy first Dollymix post comes from Who's Jack headquarters and what better way to start off my week's stay than a little look at chocolate?

Who doesn't love chocolate? I have just returned from a weekend's stay at the Chocolate Hotel in Bournemouth. The weather was questionable, what with full gale force gusts and airborne sea water turning me and my partner into drowned rats.

The Chocolate Hotel is the headquarters of Jerry, self proclaimed entrepreneur. His exploits include stripper party buses for stag parties, a bar that has a cocktail jukebox (one of only two in the world), chocolate workshops and of course the Chocolate Hotel. Jerry travels all over the country with his chocolate workshops and has the largest chocolate fountain in the country! So large in fact, is his Chocolate fountain that it had pride of place at Jordan's (or Katie Price? never sure about that one) wedding and made the Cheeky Girls very happy at their private party not too long ago.

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Posted by Louise Orcheston-Findlay on January 13, 2009 2:15 PM in Food| Food and Cooking| Holidays| Louise Orcheston-Findlay| This Weekend
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Food and Cooking

Robyn's celebrity-endorsed Christmas truffle recipe

A long time ago, on a blog far, far away, I published my recipe for Christmas rum truffles, and I thought I would share it with you Dollymixers today.

Why? What's so good about my truffles?

Well, they're edible (which is a huge achievement considering that I can burn salad).

Secondly they were bigged up by one Belle de Jour in her first novel. In fact, she liked them so much that she dedicated her latest novel to li'l ole me, purely (as I understand it) on the strength of my little brown balls.

So follow me over the jump for the low-down on how to make these delicious sticky gobs of sweetness/rather pathetic excuses for name-dropping/guaranteed-to-underwhelm conversation points.

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Health & Beauty

Dollymix question: is full-fat the new fat-free?

Full-fat diet craze hits Hollywood shocker!

Well, ish. Allegedly Sarah Jessica Parker, Teri Hatcher and Sharon Stone have adopted the philosophy of nutritionist Esther Blum, who believes that a diet rich in saturated oils is key to breaking "the bonds of diet despotism" into which the fat-free culture has enslaved us.

"We live in a low-fat, fat-free culture, and women in particular have done their bodies a disservice, because we have disrupted our hormones to a quite phenomenal degree," said Blum, author of Secrets of Gorgeous: Hundreds of Ways to Live Well While Living It Up. "Advertisers do all they can to convince us that we've got to look, taste and smell great -and, to top it all, we have to perform perfectly in every situation. It's enough to give a girl a complex."

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Snoop Dogg and Martha Stewart make mashed potatoes

snoop_dogg_martha_stewart.jpgMy favourite bits?

- "Yo, where do I put it at?"

- "Yabba dabba do!"

- "This smell gooood, what is this again?"

- "You using white pepper? Step yo' game up!"

- "I wanna taste yours. I don't trust mine."

Check it out over the page.

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In The News...

Sarah Palin misogyny, Hallowe'en recipes, first date sex, bizarre spas, furry Friday

Is the Sarah Palin-hating thing all about misogyny, when it comes down to it? Interesting piece by Kira Cochrane today. But where does Tina Fey-loving fit into all this?

If you're having a party, there are some excellent Hallowe'en recipes over on Shine.

Should a girl put out on a first date? That's the hot topic on Daily Bedpost at the moment. So... withhold? Go for it, sistah? What do you think?

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