One of the reasons books are taking so long these days

There's been a magazine explosion at our house.

Here's a lovely interior from the new Elle Decor.


I did manage to finish Gilead and Harry Potter number 4. A strange combination, but each compelling and brilliant in its own right.

Now onto some career-rethinking and food related reading.

Beet anniversary

I know I said this blog is about bloomers (mad old school days) and buns (the accompanying tiffin lunches), but I warn you it is now heading straight down the road into multipurpose-online-diary-notebook mess.

Still here? Bored, aren't we?!

It's been hard to miss the 50th anniversary of On The Road, Jack Kerouac's masterpiece that I never read. I'm still stuck in Harry Potter number 4, so beet salad is my tribute to the occasion.

Kanchan came over the other day and we had beets and a fish tagine (made in the fantastic apple green tagine she and her man gifted us). Fish tagine recipe to follow.

The beet salad is so simple; there's clearly no need for a recipe.
Oven roasted beets, goat cheese, oil, vinegar and walnuts (I toast all nuts before chucking them into salads, hence the charred situation above).

Interestingly, Jack Kerouac was one of the acclaimed authors that Knopf rejected.

At least he didn't get sent this beauty:
“Your manuscript is utterly hopeless as a candidate for our list. I never thought the subject worth a damn to begin with and I don’t think it’s worth a damn now. Lay off, MacDuff.”

Bloomers and buns!? Ooh that does sound naughty!

Thanks to knyler.com, my cherished lush-ious friends, for posting a link on their site (which btw is teetering over the Unconstitutional edge and will fall into Illegal any minute now).

People wandering over from there may be confused by the lack of fabulous party news and views on this blog.

I apologise for misleading you with the title - this blog is not as saucy as it sounds.
Mostly musings on my ridiculous (but not in a Knyler sense) school days and food in India, and anything else that strikes my promiscous fancy, like this gigantic blooming hibiscus in our front porch :P

You'll have to get your outrageous stories here.
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