This time of year is just marvellous; it’s the light at the end of the tunnel! My alarm goes off when there’s a glimmer of day time, the count down to the clocks changing is closing in (32 days to go!) and sometimes, just sometimes you can leave the house without a coat. Hoorah!
Muesli is a sneaky ol’ food. Seemingly saintly with its natural contents, but when you get up close and inspect the ingredients many brands ruin it by adding sugar. Sneaky indeed! Well, recently I stumbled across a Dorset based company called Primrose’s Kitchen and you’ll never guess what they make? Vegetable muesli! I nearly fell off my chair in shock. Vegetables for breakfast?! A little more reading revealed that Primrose has a background in nutrition and has specially formulated a muesli which tackles the sugary problem of mainstream brands. Curiosity took over and the lovely people at Primrose’s Kitchen sent me some goodies to try.
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me! That’s right, another year older *Groooan*! You know what’s a better kind of groan? The kind that you make after forcing in a pudding you really didn’t have room for. Birthday gluttony here we come! When I was driven into Woburn (looking quaint and beautiful as ever) last weekend I expected to pull up into the car park of a certain restaurant I love… but instead we drove past it. Soon we were instead pulling up outside the warm and inviting Black Horse, a yellowy glow pouring through the windows.
This one goes out to the hungry and hungover on a Saturday morning! I discovered Mister Teas in Bletchley and thought it was worth a share. I’ve been very well behaved this month, but it was my birthday weekend and I figured I was allowed to have an indulgent breakfast! Mister Teas is a no frills and oh-so British greasy spoon that serves fry ups in portions ranging from small to massive, the massive one being called the ‘belly buster’. Not one to ever be defeated, even I had to settle for one size smaller, having seen what the belly buster involved!
In my opinion, there’s not much better than a festively decorated pub at Christmas time. There’s something universally enjoyable about stepping in from a cold shower of sleet and being hit with the warmth a roaring fire and that thick air a cosy pub always seems to have. About a week ago I ventured into Herefordshire for a family get together and we chose the Castle Inn at Wigmore for our meeting place. It had everything I look for in a festive pub: crackling log fire, rusticly decorated real Christmas tree, twinkling lights and some seriously delicious home-brewed mulled wine.
If you follow me on Twitter you’ll have seen me moaning numerous times that Milton Keynes is seriously lacking in the breakfast department. We’ve got lunch & dinner cracked, but where does one go on the weekend to treat themselves to a hearty morning meal? I find myself always having to settle for Wetherspoons. Don’t get me wrong, Spoons is a fantastic place for a cheap bite to eat, but it’s not exactly the most luxurious of spaces.
I don’t venture into Woburn Sands much, but I got drawn to this pub on the weekend after the MK Food Awards tweeted me their lunch, depicting a towering behemoth of a burger! Feeling like I was missing out, I knew I had to have one for myself. The newly branded Weathercock, as far as I know, hasn’t been open more than a few months and now operates as an American diner under the guise of English country pub settings. An interesting combination!
Don’t you just love it when you get exciting post? I recently came home to find a package waiting for me in the lobby, it was from a lovely lady called Allison. She sells home made ‘Peppi’s’ hot sauce in Milton Keynes and sent me a bottle to try. After reading the business card, I delved in and pulled out a big bottle of exciting, fiery orange sauce.
Oh what a bad little blogger I am… I forgot to post a review! Back in August I had to visit Folkestone. I emphasise the ‘had to’ because trust me, I would never visit there out of choice. I hear Folkestone is nicknamed ‘the arsehole of England’ and having been it’s a fitting title. It’s a run down 60’s time warp, complete with blue rinse grannies, Fawlty Towers hotels and chippies that look like they haven’t been washed since they opened. Food was included at our hotel, but if the mouldy ceilings and cigarette stained bedrooms were anything to go by, we weren’t touching the restaurant with a barge pole. So off we ventured in the trusty hands of the internet in search of some escapism.
Lone Star Grill has been on my radar ever since the beginning of Summer when a trusty reader told me about it. Since then I’ve been eagerly tracking their progress on Twitter and Facebook, trying to work out when the doors were opening. Three months later and with no official starting date it seems Lone Star Grill have weaned themselves into business with the hungry folk of Milton Keynes by opening up on the odd day and working their way up to full time serving.