The birthday breakfast

Today I turned 24, and it was a good day.

For someone who’s always up for a good meal, for me indubitably one of life’s greatest pleasures, imagine my delight when I was told I was being brought out for a beautiful birthday breakfast! For that, I have a certain Ms. Scott to thank. Martina, you have to be up there with the worlds most thoughtful people.

So Martina, my sister Miriam and I took a walk to Le Petit Ormeau Café on the Ormeau Road, a place I’ve only ever heard good things about. Joris Minne wrote a nice review here for the Belfast Telegraph which is definitely worth a read. In fact his reviews are great in general. If you’re anything like me being disappointed when eating out is the epitome of annoying, so if you’re looking for a place to eat out in Northern Ireland, Joris has most likely eaten there, reviewed it and tested the water for you already.

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They had a nice variety of choices on their breakfast/brunch menu, and although other days the thought of a stack of pancakes with pure maple syrup trickling down the sides might make me swoon, today was definitely an eggs benedict kind of day. A toasted english muffin with soft poached eggs, crisp slightly salty bacon and a creamy hollandaise sauce, with just enough astringency to cut the richness, marrying the flavours perfectly. Both Martina and myself had the eggs benny and it was delicious.

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Miriam went for the caramelised fresh figs with toasted brioche, vanilla mascarpone and crispy bacon which was a refreshing change to the usual cooked breakfast choices. As you can probably imagine, this was as tasty as it sounds.

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The coffee was pretty decent too, made even better by the milk coming in a cow shaped jug! Wow! I know! It also had a flawless ‘pour’ to it might I add. Looking at the photo now though, maybe it looks a bit like the cow is projectile vomiting, and vomiting it’s own milk at that. Wait a second, no, it’s just a cute, happy cow. Cute happy cow.. Cute happy cow..

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I think Le Petit Ormeau is a lovely café, well worth a visit if you’re up this neck of the woods. I hear the salt beef and pulled pork sandwiches are good, and if you order the eggs benedict at lunch time apparently it’s served with nice juicy pieces of ham hock instead of the bacon. The fact that my mouth is watering right now at the thought is a sure sign that I will be back again for a piece of the action, and maybe a piece of that salt beef too.

“He that but looketh at a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it, hath already commited breakfast with it in his heart.” – C. S. Lewis

Happy Mother’s Day

Shall I compare thee to a piece of cake?

Thou art more lovely and more elegant.

Rough oven fans do test the resilience of each bake.

And cakes expiration hath all too short a date.

…then Shakespeare gawked in awe and did the dougie.

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Mums are just wonderful, and I would know since mine is the best in the world, but cake is a close second! This is why it is the perfect gift to give on Mother’s Day.

(As well as some bastardised Shakespeare of course, duh!)

Happy Burns Night Bonnie Scotland!

My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.

Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while !
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

– Robert Burns –

A Quick Catch Up

Well since my last post Christmas has been and gone and we’ve leapt into a brand new year. Happy 2013 everyone! I enjoyed the Christmas holidays despite being struck with a throat infection and a stomach bug, nothing that a bit of festive cheer can’t temporarily cure! The New Year was spent with my friend Martina and her family. To sum it up it was really lovely; An evening of food and laughter, time spent with wonderful people, a bit of the old Hootenanny (Jools Holland’s a NYE staple, right?) a ‘group effort’ of Auld Lang Syne, and grandparents who really know how to shake their tailfeathers! That really is a nice way to see in the New Year.

New Year's Eve