I love perfume! I think I have worn perfume almost everyday of my life since I was a teenager, my first one being Blue Grass, which my mother bought for me during a trip we made to Paris. Whenever ever I smell it, I am instantly taken back to a time when I was young and my mother was showing me how to dab the scent carefully onto my wrists and behind my ears. As well as taking us to difference points in our lives, perfume can also evoke different people. My father always wore Eau Savage by ChristianDior and every time I smell it, I am always reminded of him.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
This weekend I wanted to make something simple, easy, but special for dinner and a recipe for lemon tart appeared in my inbox from a website I subscribe to. However, it didn't seem quite right, so I did a search on the internet and found this one by Raymond Blanc. It's a bit time-consuming, but aside from that it's quite simple, easy and absolutley delicious, though I did have a few problems with the pastry. It was 85F outside when I made it and despite air conditioning, the kitchen was too warm to allow for easy pastry handling. I've heard that you should ideally make pastry on a cold, windy day. Hopefully with winter drawing near, I might get a few of those and I'll make it again. If you love rich desserts and the taste of lemon (and you're not in a hot climate), give it a go and let me know what you think.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
A while back I did a blog posting about Mae West in which I listed some of my favourite quotes of hers. I thought that as a follow up I would do a posting in which I mentioned some of my favourite Oscar Wilde quotes.
Oscar Wilde was a brilliant novelist and playwright who lived in the second half of the nineteenth century, famous for such great works as ‘The Picture of Dorian Grey’ and ‘The Importance of Being Ernest’. While some of his wittiest words are best read in context, other remarks are excellent stand-alone comments. Of these, some of my favourites are:
‘Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.’