The early bird catches… the tube!

I’ve become an early bird – over night, so to say. 😉 My new job has me getting up at 6:30 ever day, in order to make the 75-minutes-commute and get to the office on time.

And it’s alright, actually. I enjoy being the first one in the house to get up and having the kitchen all to myself. I love seeing Gozo sleep peacefully and sometimes, when I kiss him good-bye, muttering some Spanish words. I like that in the tube I finally find time to read all those book accumulated on my bedside table.

But what I like best is the walk to the tube station. My way leads me trough the streets which seem still asleep, with people dresses in suits and ties slowly emerging like a vanguard to explore the new day and scrape the ice off their car windows. Almost every day the sky is bright and orange and I’m tempted to take a picture of the same house every morning, where the sun reflects very beautifully in the windows.
And whereas in the first weeks the sun was just about to rise when I left house, now it’s already light when I wake up. I love how the fixed wake-up-time makes me realize how the days get longer again. It makes me feel like spring is just around the corner – and actually, it is.

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Hope you have lovely mornings too!

XX, Angie

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Yes, yes, I know, I know. Valentine’s Day is a day just like every other and completely overrated. But let me tell you, it’s the best day to try out this new recipe I found.

Eventually it’s plain vanilla shortbread – but with colourful hearts inside! How cool is that? I am super happy with how they turned out, especially considering that it’s the first attempt. So yeah, this year I am gonna spread the love in cookie shape!

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And the biggest one of all goes to my Mr. Man. Last week was particularly tough for me. I just started my new job and had to get used to getting up early, long commute, new colleagues and, well, the new job. Duh!
But what I want to say is, that when I came home in the evening, all grumpy and hungry, he cooked dinner and asked me how my day was. He’d put little surprise sweets in my lunchbox and texted me in my break. You know, the little things.

I know that sometimes I don’t see it. Sometimes I’m completely oblivious. But most of the times I notice. He’s always taking care of me. ❤ Because you know, it’s Valentine’s Day, and on Valentine’s Day you tell the truth. 😉

Lots of love,

XX, Angie

 

 

Austrian Sunday lunch

Today started off as super sunny and almost spring-ish – and so did my mood. But as the day proceeded, clouds appeared, wind set in and eventually it started to rain. But that’s ok.  I’m still in good humour. Because I’m used to it by now. (Did you hear me, London? I know you and Sunshine have some troubles, but don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me any more. Well, at least most of the time.) And also because Gonzo and me went out for a very special lunch today. We went to Kipferl near Portobello Road for Austrian Tapas. Yes, right. 🙂

Ok, now let me explain. The other week me and Isa discovered Kipferl, the Austrian café near Angel. And doing my homework afterwards, I found out that they have another Kneipe and Kitchen at Portobello, specialized in Austrian Tapas. Of course all the Spanish people in my life found the mere idea of tapas being Austrian hilarious, but after all it was just another reason to actually go there and try them.
And let me tell you, it was amazing. Basically by tapas they mean ‘little portions’. Which is genious, because so you can order different dishes and taste them all!

And here’s Gonzo and my Menu of the Day:

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  • Steirischer Backhendlsalat (salad with mini Schnitzel in pumpkin seeds)
  • Mushroom Gulasch with Serviettenknödel (sliced bread dumpling)
  • Wiener Schnitzel with parsley potatoes and cranberry sauce

and for dessert:

  • Sachertorte (famous chocolate cake)
  • Marillen Palatschinken (pancakes with apricot jam)
  • accompanied by two Kleiner Brauner coffees

Guys, it was great! The waiter was a happy and chubby Austrian, the food was amazing and tasted like home, I had Almdudler (herb lemonade) and Gonzo finally believed me that soup with sliced pancakes is a thing (he read it on the menu). I am so full and happy now! I think that was one of the best Sunday lunches I had in a while! ❤

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We finished our afternoon with a walk in Portobello Road, shopping at the Spanish supermarket (to compensate the overdose of Austrian-ness, I suppose) and then made our way back home, trough wind and rain.

I hope you had an equally wonderful and tasty (hopefully less windy!) Sunday!
XX, Angie

http://www.kipferl.co.uk

Women: New Portraits

Today I went to see the exhibition of photographer Annie Leibovitz, Women: New Portraits. I know her name and some of her pictures and therefor thought it might be quite interesting to go and see the exhibition. I honestly didn’t quite know what to expect.

Well, first of all I didn’t expect to queue for almost one hour. But well, this can be easily excused as a rookie mistake, as it was Saturday afternoon and to it the last weekend the exhibition was shown in London. So when I finally got in, I was basically frozen, but eager to see what it was all about.

One of the walls showed portraits of influential and renowned women, each photographed in a different manner. But in-between the prints were blank spaces, somehow leaving room for expansion, additions and maybe for you to be up there with them. A nice twist, I think.
Further there were big screens, showing portraits of famous women, posing or in ‘random’ shots; but also portraits of normal, average and everyday-women going about their normal lives and jobs. And between all those pictures of different-as-can-be women, snapshots of artefacts of femininity or the ‘composed picture of women’: shoes, dresses, make-up.
Unfortunately it was really crowded and hard be taken in fully. But as much as I saw, I loved it! For me it represented a critic way to show the role of women in society and what being a women actually comprises; or at least some of it.

XX, Angie

https://www.ubs.com/microsites/annie-leibovitz/en/exhibition.html

here are some impressions:

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Whatever the medium – photographs, paintings, drawings, sculptures – people are almost always portrayed as “masculine” or “feminine”, different and unequal. Yet in every country of the world, there is a growing movement agains this gender inequality.

Annie Leibovitz is and always has been a pioneer of this movement. […] She is able to portray each woman as fully human and unique.

In this exhibit, we have the gift of seeing through her eyes.

And this is a big gift. We begin to understand what we have been missing in religious imagery and advertising, museums and movies, pornography and erotica; all those ways of limiting females so we fit into gender binary. […]

An Invitation to the exhibition by Gloria Steinhem, American feminist, journalist and social and political activist.

 

sunny day in the park

Being aware, that it’s probably one of the last days Isa and me will be off together for quite a while (Isa found a job at a restaurant, which basically means no weekends off and I’ll start my proper office-hour job next week), we decided to make the most of the sunny day and went out for a lovely walk in Hampstead Heath park.

Now, I have a bit of a complicated relationship with Hampstead Heath. We went there to see the fireworks at New Years Eve 2013/14 (omg, how time flies!) and I fell in love with the park and the view from Parliament Hill (well, as much as you can in a rainy night surrounded by thousands of people). Anyway, there and then I adopted the resolution to come back and explore the seemingly marvellous park. Well… needless to say that I didn’t. And to make matters worse, for more than half a year, when I was still working at Finchley Road, I passed it every day on my way to work. And it was tempting me and reminding me how easy it’d be to just go there on a day off and that I just couldn’t manage to do so.
But I finally last summer, we did go there; on the hottest day of the year. And I talked Gonzo into going for a swim in one of the muddy ponds! It was a lovely day and we actually managed to go for a walk and enjoy the daylight view from the hill. It was gorgeous and I was so happy that we finally came back!
There, now you know how it took me about a year and a half to do a simple thing as visiting a park. And that’s how Hampstead Heath became somehow a reminder for me: how in London it sometimes can be hard to keep plans and how little it effort it would actually take.

I deviated.

Anyway, Isa and me took the tube to Finchley Road and from there walked through posh Hampstead Village to the park. It’s a really beautiful area, but you can basically smell the money as you walk through; big old houses, CCTV cameras on the fences and expensive-looking cars (not that I really have an idea) in the streets.
The park itself is, as described in length above, is absolutely lovely and we truly enjoyed the walk. But even though it was a sunny day, it was very windy and we both got cold and hungry, so we decided to have an emergency-merienda. We had a not-too bad cup of tea and sad defrosted slice of cake in the uncharitable park cafe. But it did the trick and we went on to the top of the hill and around the pond. Eventually we rewarded ourselves with some very nice carrot cake at the bakery across the street.

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And all is well, that ends well.
Or: if the cake is good, the day is good! 🙂

XX, Angie