20 October 2014

Macarons, macaroons & Mayfair Mews'

Mayfair, home of the wealthy and privileged is a stunning corner of London. Beautiful Georgian terraces festooned with flowering window boxes, stunning ironmongery and simply fabulous windows combined with secrets mews streets and tucked away pubs full of ghost stories and laughing punters.


When the idea of a 'Macarons and Mews walking tour' was mentioned over the tinkle of afternoon tea cups, we told our lovely friend Yannick that it would be criminal if this wasn't made a fixture on his roster of wonderful London walks. Even luckier for us, we were invited to stretch our legs on the inaugural tour, celebrating the impending new member of Lady Loves Cake's family.


Accompanying (chief ringleader) Mandy, Melissa, a couple of new friends (not to forget Kelly and Manasi sadly unavoidably detained but being updated via the medium of tantalising Tweets) we made our way through nooks of opulent beauty.

 

Yannick, Luxemburg native and passionate London-guide is so thoroughly entertaining and knowledgeable that hours pass by without a second thought. Snaking our way through beautiful cobblestone streets, whilst being treated to his incredible area knowledge was delightful, as ever.



A marvel on it's own the walking tour is wonderful for exploring, but made all the better for a smattering of incredibly delicious Macaron stops. 



Macarons - should I compare thee to a summers day? Soft, crisps shells of scrumptiousness held together with a sweet cream filling, flavoured to perfection. They are perfectly sized creations of confectionary shipped from France to arrive on our tea plates, perfect with a good British cuppa. And they're gluten free! (And, if you believe Kelly by cutting them in half they are calorie free - but I couldn't confirm the scientific authenticity of that particular statement...)


The venues we were guided to are breathtaking themselves; architects confections of mortar and stone nestled in the hushed Mayfair and Kensington mews'.



Yannick was intially running the Macarons and Mews walk as a private group tour, but has recently added a couple of public dates to the calendar due to public demand - it's an afternoon of scrumptious delights and wonderful history. The tour is £20.00 but includes 5 tastings which is fantastic value.

 
 Good friends, sunshine* and Macarons. What more can a girl wish for?


*sunshine not guaranteed, but a plethora of delicious flavour is!

17 October 2014

Friday figments and photos

Life lately. A moment of reflection in a busy whirl of cake, laughter, bitter/sweet goodbyes, autumnal nights, more fashion than the last 6 months combined and a few sheeps.

Just another average week.

Adventures of a London Kiwi - Life lately

Adventures of a London Kiwi - Life lately

Adventures of a London Kiwi - Life lately

Adventures of a London Kiwi - Life lately

Adventures of a London Kiwi - Life lately

Adventures of a London Kiwi - Life lately

Adventures of a London Kiwi - Life lately


16 October 2014

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, puddings and cats.

So, funny story - having travelled around the world literally on my own without terrible mishap, setting up a new life in a strange country and generally taking the world on full throttle; the last time I went to York I decided to adopt a monastic like way of living.

Without money.

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats.

It wasn't an entirely intentional new path to follow - whilst vrooming around the Derbyshire countryside on a girls weekend with Kelly earlier that weekend, after a look at the Crooked Spire Church in Chesterfield, we had decided to stop off in Bakewell (they had lured us in with cake - pretty simple to do really...) we had planned to met up with our favorite pinkie-raising Northern/New York (New Yorken?) blogger, Dannielle at Chicadeedee.

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats. 
I adore Yorkshire. I may be a little biased though - it happens that my distant family are from the friendly climes, and still have a shop on the Shambles - a medieval run of shops in the town centre. A compact city, the grand buildings and incredible Yorkminster makes for a lovely wander on weekend.

Running across a 10k race track (I'm not even kidding, I sorta wish I was) we beelined straight for Betty's Tearooms, a cake institution not to be missed. Sampling their array of delicacies (check out Danielle's and Kelly's beautiful images - but be warned they'll make you hungry) we marvelled at the line forming around the pretty tea house.

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats.

Trying the infamous smiling Rascal, it was at this point that I realised my utter lack of a wallet - cue searching every bag in the car, patting down the surfmobile and panicking slightly about how to get back to London - I began calculating how many dishes I would need to wash.

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats.

Amidst much laughter (and cruel threats of being forced to walk all the way home) my kind friends offered to help. Whew!

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats.

We went for a wander through the pretty city, stopping off at many of Dannielle's suggestions - snap happy as ever. Our forks as sharp as the wits possessing them we cupcaked in the shadow of the cathedral, sipped floral tea in beautiful stone archways and watched the process of handmade fudge being shaped.

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats.

We also found Japanese netsuke in a pretty antique dealers. As you do.

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats.

And you know that 'when in Rome' ethos? Well we had to try a Yorkshire pudding, in Yorkshire didn't we? Best 50p we've ever spent.

Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats.


Luckily my wallet was found by the very kind and super honest Bakewell Pudding shop owners (I had been buying beer for the Mr - remind me never to do that again!) and they popped it in the post for me.

On writing this post it turns out that a memory card with all the really beautiful images of York that I had, decided that wiping itself would be a great idea. I give up.


Yorkshire (prounounced yoooouooooorkshr) tea, potatoes and cats.

In other news, I would make a terrific monk, shunning all worldly goods and technology in pursuit of a higher calling...