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On Saturday I went to The London Coffee Festival. Random Impressions on my first visit to such a thing: 
Odd mix of caffeinated-hipster fête and trade expo. 
Far too hot, and a little too crowded to be properly enjoyable. 
Interesting variety, similar in a way to the GBBF that Camra run - especially in the way that the corporates monopolised the main hall, with big stands that were very professional and well-resourced, whilst at the same time trying to prove their "serious coffee" credentials (laughably so in the case of Starbucks).
Favourite parts: The stalls from smaller companies and bars: New Row Coffee, Londinium (which I couldn't get near to at all) etc. Getting a very decent beard trim and moustache wax on the way out.
As far as coffee goes I didn't have much, and nothing I've not bettered at home (which really surprised me) a thin, acidic espresso from Ozone Coffee Roasters London that I didn't like and didn't finish; an Almond Piccolo from New Row that was actually rather foul (though I'm glad I tried it); some iced vietnamese coffee which was pretty passable; a cold-brewed coffee of some sort from a small stand, also passable; and a decent cappucino from Union Hand-Roasted Coffee which had the best foam I've experienced, though their rather bland espresso roast was quite lost in it.
Overall an interesting morning, but I doubt I'd bother again due to the heat and crowds.

The Gannet. 1155 Argyle St, Glasgow G3 8TB.

Solo dinner in Glasgow. Crispy Rabbit Croquettes w/ house piccalilli to start. Main will be pan-fried Duck breast with confit Leg of Duck and Potato Terrine, Parsnip, Savoy Cabbage and Spiced Sauce. I'll advise on pudding later.

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Today's loaf : Mouth of Smaug Cholla. Slightly over browned maybe, tastes excellent, very good texture.


Date, Chocolate and Beetroot Cake.

Heat oven to Gas 4 / 180C.
Grease and line 20cm cake tin.
Boil 250g Stoned Dates for 15 mins, then drain and put aside 250g of the resulting dates to cool 
(keep the extra dates and liquid, they make for a good pudding etc)
Blend the 250g Dates with 
200g of cooked beetroot
1/2 tsp of soy sauce
1 tsp vanilla essence
125g cocoa powder
130ml olive oil
4 eggs 
2 tsp of baking powder

Pour into the cake tin, put in the oven, turn it down to Gas 3 / 170C and bake for anywhere between 30 mins and an hour, until a clean knife stuck into the centre comes out clean. Let cool before turning out.

#cake   #beetroot  

Catullus: Carmen 39

Egnatius, quod candidos habet dentes,
renidet usque quaque. Si ad rei ventum est
subsellium, cum orator excitat fletum,
renidet ille; si ad pii rogum fili
lugetur, orba cum flet unicum mater,
renidet ille. Quidquid est, ubicumque est,
quodcumque agit, renidet: hunc habet morbum,
neque elegantem, ut arbitror, neque urbanum.
Quare monendum est te mihi, bone Egnati.
Si urbanus esses aut Sabinus aut Tiburs
aut pinguis Vmber aut obesus Etruscus
aut Lanuvinus ater atque dentatus
aut Transpadanus, ut meos quoque attingam,
aut quilubet, qui puriter lavit dentes,
tamen renidere usque quaque te nollem:
nam risu inepto res ineptior nulla est.
Nunc Celtiber es: Celtiberia in terra,
quod quisque minxit, hoc sibi solet mane
dentem atque russam defricare gingivam,
ut quo iste vester expolitior dens est,
hoc te amplius bibisse praedicet loti.

Because he has bright white teeth,
Ignacio smiles, a lot.

In court, when a defendant pleads so piteously
From the dock that the whole place sobs,
Ignacio grins.

At a funeral, amidst the weeping for a good man dead,
standing next to the mother wailing for her only son,
Ignacio grins.

On every occasion,
In every place,
Whatever he does,
Ignacio grins.

It's as though he's ill.
Some boorish, inelegant,
Social disease infects him.

A word to the wise, my dear Ignacio:

You are a Spaniard.

Even if you were a Londoner, or an Essex boy,
A Welshman, a tightwad Scot, a fat Brummie,
A black Mancunian with a mouth full of bling,
Even a Shropshire lad (like myself) in fact
Anyone in the wide world with clean sparkling teeth.
I wouldn't want you to grin all the time.
Because nothing is stupider than a stupid grin.

Unless you are a Spaniard.

Because in Spain, as everyone knows,
Men wake, relieve themselves, then scrub their teeth
And gums red-raw with the yellow.

So the more blinding that ubiquitous smile
The more piss we know you drank today.
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