I have had a fantastic, yet mad, couple of weeks. The first of which saw my mum and I travelling up to London to attend the Soil Association BOOM Awards, where I (and this dear blog of mine) were shortlisted for the Best Food Blog award. I was in total shock when I found out I had made it into the top ten, with 9 other fantastic foodies. It was a fantastic event, taking place in Borough Market and a huge amount of effort had gone into making the place a foodies dream. When we arrived we found out that I was in fact down to the final 3, which was incredible! I was so honoured that my little blog had made it to the awards with so many other amazing organic brands. Huge congratulations go out to everyone nominated, and of course to all the winners!
This weekend saw me heading up to Birmingham for the FLEA Enterprises #BlogCamp2016. Blog Camp is like a conference / learning day for food / parent / interiors and travel bloggers. There were about 200 of us there, including around 15 of my food blogger friends. I have met so many wonderful people because of Rough Measures, and it was fab to catch up with some of them. The day was filled with talks on food styling, Pinterest tips, stories from some top bloggers, writing workshops and more. I have come away with a head full of information!
Hey there friends. How is it April already?! It’s been a while. I know things have been a little very quiet around here lately, so I’m sorry for that. I needed to take a little time out, a step back from the laptop, my camera and even cooking for a while.
The truth is, I just wasn’t feeling it. The flame inside me that is my passion for food just wasn’t burning very bright. In fact, I felt pretty burnt out. I can’t really put my finger on what it was, but I knew I didn’t want to force recipes, and force false words on this little space of mine. I just needed to step back for a bit and let my mind have a bit of a break. Trying to juggle work, blogging and social time has proven trickier than I thought (props to every single person who creates a blog or just generally excels at life!)
Last week I was feeling it a bit more, back in a creative mode, with a long weekend ahead I set about planning some cooking, some for here, and some just for the love of food, no pressure to plate it up nicely, take the perfect shot. Some food just purely for eating (imagine that!!)
It’s all getting a bit grown up around here. The last few weeks we’ve been talking about mortgages, investing, yields, solicitors and more house buying relation jargon that I’d never heard of until recently. Forward planning is never really something we’ve done, unless it involved planning our next snowboarding trip. We don’t really look more than a week ahead, taking each day as it comes and seeing where the week takes us. Suddenly all this grown up stuff is happening around us, friends getting engaged, hen do’s and marriages. I feel less grown up the older I get. Do we ever really grow up, or are we just pretending to be adults, in this play they call life? Take me back to the carefree days of sitting in my garden playing hospitals with baby Flopsy (she had a heavy head, OK guys?!)
I have been itching to share this recipe with you guys. I got so excited this week when I made it and it was as good as I’d hoped. Salads are always a winner for us, chuck in a selection of veggies and leaves, scatter with seeds and dressing of choice. Our fridge is pretty much 75% salad dressings, from chilli based ones to tahini. Team Salad over here.
The dressing for this recipe is ever so slightly adapted from this one. Because it was pretty darn good as it is.
As you read this, we will be cruising the snowy (hopefully), sunny (even more hopeful) slopes in the French Alps. We are off for a weeks snowboarding holiday, to a town we know and love well, Morzine. Having spent 3 winter seasons working there, I can’t wait to get back and smell the mountain air, catch up with old friends, and drink a nice, cold demi peche. Not to mention take in those breathtaking mountain views.
Tonight I am frantically trying to find all my old kit, trying to decide which outfits I may or may not (60’s shift dress??) need. Bursting with excitement about the week to come.