LOVEBOX
Last weekend after all the crazy graduation antics, I let mi hur down and made my way to Victoria Park in Hackney with the lavely Dana for a few days of sun (a lot), thunder (a lot), dancing, kopparberg, music and glitter.
It has been schorchio in London recently. The tube is pretty damn warm (by that I mean HOT and SWEATY) but the plus side is that the sun beams down on all of us bringing good moods and enabling us to wear whateva we please as British festival wear usually involves compulsory welly boots.
The midday heat was intense but check out what I had lurking at the bottom of my bag.
That’s right, I’m taking it back to the old school and fanned myself and Dana like japanese goddesses whilst other hot looking festival lookers relentlessly fanned themselves with leaflets – I tried to share the love as much as poss. On a serious note: If there’s one thing you do this summer, invest in a fan (couple of quid) they will make the world of difference, truuuusssst me.
When we finally made it through to the festival, after a run of pure joy and freedom (does anyone else do this?) The first thing on our mind was a cold, frosty cocktail. We spotted the bright orange of the Aperol Spritz social winking at us and waltzed right in, sipped on the lovely combination of Aperol and prosecco whilst we bopped about to toonss from live DJ’s.
After getting nice ‘n’ refreshed, it was time to explore. Aaaand here’s what I wore (I’m a poet and I don’t know it)
As you might guess, I LOVE to dance at festivals (and all times I am awake) so wearing something comfy and light is essential, especially in the heat. Simple slips in the summer are my go to as ain’t nobody got time for putting together outfits when you just wanna get out into the sunshine.
Of course, all the ladies with carefully planned festival get ups (lots of co-ords, crochet crops and denim shorts) looked style spot ready. I just grabbed a £12 dress from H&M and donned my Doc Martins as they are always comfortable and will endure ALL weather. Here’s the beaut that is Dana…
Bum bag (best idea ever) and a light kimono to prevent any burning, top festival essentials right there. Who wants to lug around a big ole bag, two free arms for ultimate first pumping/swaying action is essential.
Of course, at any festival it is essential that you are at least 1/8 covered in glitter.
Dana went for the full works, ultimate festival queen yo’
Festivals area all about strolling around, cold drank in hand and discovering everything - there is SO much to see, like this this amazing human…
And this human?
We basked in the sun for most of the day, dipping in and out of sets and tents.
We gradually weaved our way to the front in time for Katy B (goddess) and A$AP Rocky – Hella yeyeah.
I didn’t get any snaps of Katy B as she was freaking amazing and we were grooving and singing along for the entire set. Then it was time for A$AP and the crowd SURGED forward like you would imagine at a festival full of late teen, early 20′s youts. I ain’t new to festivals, have been going to at least one erry’ year since I was about 7, so I am pretty used to being in big crowds of people and feeling completely at ease.
This time felt different, yeah A$AP Rocky is huge and has some absolute bangers but the way everyone turned as he took even one step closer towards the crowd became scary. The vibe wasn’t a mutual love for his music, but a violent testosterone driven battle to lay a finger on the flesh of him or any of his entourage (c’mon now). I had a huge, topless guy behind me who wouldn’t let go of my waist, elbows to my ribs and others were pretty much on the floor as a result. It ended up in a pretty embarrassing panic attack and having to be lifted out of the crowd flashing my red underwear to everyone, buurriiiiliant. This is the first (and hopefully the last) rant I have ever had on my blog, but I feel I needed to say it – festivals are all about sharing the good vibes with people who enjoy the same music and atmosphere as you, not about taking advantage and loosing respect for people when things get a little crazy.
I’ve finally learnt (after a long time of trying to battle to the barrier) that it is SO much better watching your favourite act from slightly further back. The sound quality is better, you don’t get trampled on and touched up and you have room to dance freely. It’s a n0-brainer really, right?
After chilling out, breathing and having an ice cream (solves everything) the party and dancing continued with a spot garage from DJ EZ. The best groove music, ever.
As the sun set, the dark clouds drew in. There’s something about anticipated storms that make everyone chatter to each other and get excited as the thunder starts to rumble in the distance. We made our way back to the main stage to catch Chase and Status’ set.
I have seen live sets from these guys time and time again but they NEVER get old, there is no way you can’t truly get down with them. The heavens opened, lightning bolted over the horizon as we danced in the rain, magical.
Feeling exhausted, soaked and happy.
I’ll fill you in on day 2 tomorrow.
What festivals are you going to this summer? I saw that the first every blogging festival – Blogstock – is happening in a few weeks, how cool is that? Check out their twitter for more deets, would be amazing to see you there!
Ix
Graduation
ConGRADulations to all you lovely people striding across that stage and officially closing the crazy chapter that is university over the next few months. WE DID IT YO!
*fist bumps and high fives all round*
My schooling life has woooshed past in seconds.
It seems like yesterday I was sat in the playground attempting to trade my penguin bar for wagon wheels and iced gems, felt completely euphoric when winning 1st place in Global Rock, all of these (LOL), revised in the school field for my GCSE’s, travelled by boat erry day for 6th form and having crazy experiences, making memories and meeting people that will stay with me fo’ lyf.
I remember sitting on a packed train three years ago on A level results day and getting a call from my dad saying “weeell, you’re currently in clearing.” I was bladdy gutted that didn’t get my first choice up in Birmingham and the poor lady sat next to the crying 18 year old girl reassured me that everything happens for a reason and it will end up being ok (she was right) I packed my bags, fairy lights and recipe books and hopped in the car up to London where I would embark on 3 of the most incredible years.
I have had spontaneous adventures, learnt important lessons and built so many friendships with amazing people.
All of my experiences and memories from the past three years led up to this day.
Kicking off the with drinks and lunch at Skylon with my lovely family (I opted for the cocktail, obvs)
We haven’t been together as a family for FAR too long, so catching up and feeling completely at ease in each others company (as well as incredible food) was the highlight of my day.
Slightly merry, we shuffled into the auditorium and took our seats.
After a few short film, speeches and lots of clapping - it was my time to walk. I was pretty sure this may happen…
But all was well, the whole class cheered each other on as we made our way across the stage in our gowns.
S W A G
It was so lovely to see all my classmates so happy and surrounded by their incredibly proud families. You sometimes forget that so many people are there supporting you when you are stuck in your room for what seems like years writing a 12,000 word dissertation but it all seems pretty worth it on this day – I promise!
I shrugged off my gown (ain’t nobody got time for that in 30°C heat) and strolled along to a grassy spot by the London eye for a picnic with my family.
We clinked glasses, ate strawberries and shared various university memories late into the afternoon.
WHAT A DAY. I also received a few presents…
Books that everyone should probably read and a handmade necklace from my Dad, what a G.
I had so many lovely words of wisdom for my very supportive family and friends, now really is the perfect time to go out and grab what you really and truly want – whatever that is.
I realise that being a graduate fresh outta uni is tough, you need dollar (I’m getting ready for my first interview as I type) and you also need a structure – calving out a career in the creative industries (or any industry) can make you feel all over the place, but it is SO important to keep on goin’ – even if you have to work on your goals around your day job. I think this video is pretty apt…
Most people who have achieved their dream career have worked insanely hard to get to where they want, and keep up the hard work even when things are quiet and people say no over and over again. Some people are in the right place at the right time, but it is all about dayum hard graft and making your own luck – capish?
So, fellow graduates – keep those wild dreams and visions in tact, lets do this.
Ix
Gluten Free G&T Cake
When I started this blog, baking was either an attempt to redeem myself for being late or a little treat that brought smiles to media folk, helping me wedge my foot wider into the industry. Y’know, cupcakes, banana loafs, brownies – the norm. As I moved further into the big ole world of blogging, I started to discover a whole new side to baking that I would have never imagined in my wildest culinary dreams.
These days I pop potatoes, avocados and dates into my baking (tastes better than it sounds, I promise). Well, ladies and gents – I have reached the next level of madness by chugging half a litre of gin into the mix. G&T is my favourite alcoholic bevy of choice and a few weeks ago ma mate introduced me to the Pudding Lane Blog where I discovered the lovechild of two of ma favourite things. G&T and cake. It HAD to be done, a gluten free version of course – no one deserves to miss out on this…
The original recipe uses regular self raising flour, however in order to make it gluten free yet still nice ‘n’ moist I used half ground almonds and half gluten free self raising flour. It’s always a little bit hit and miss with GF recipes – but I reckon I nailed this one, here’s what ya need:
Cake -
weigh 4 eggs in their shells – they should end up weighing around 260 grams! weigh the rest of the ingredients with the same measurements. Easy peasy lemon squeeezay.
Av’ a gin and tonic.
Start checking your cake at around 50 minutes – I found that mine took a liiiitle longer than the recommended time to bake through completely, this may be due to the almonds – be patient and check around every 10 minutes to make sure the cake is bouncy and golden on top and the skewer comes out clean. poke little holes right through to the bottom of the cake before you pour over the icing, this will get the sweet gin and lemon icing sinking deep into the cake, LAVELY.
Originally I took mine out on 50 minutes, poured on the icing let it cool and then tried to turn it out of the tin. The top of the cake flopped onto my hand exposing the unbaked cake beneath - It was one of those horrid baking despair moments where there is nothing else to do but go ooooooooh aaaah my gaaaaad, try to briefly rectify the situation, failing then eating the cake. So, patience is a virtue my friend.. always wait until the cake is completely cool, cold even before you attempt to remove it from the tin. Thankfully I carefully sliced of the top and re-iced the beast and waiting until the morning to prize it from the tin. Phew.
So. Here you have it, the gluten free gin and tonic cake – it ain’t much of a looker but tastes bloomin’ marvellous.
It was chomped down by the May clan whilst ooooh’s aaaah’s and satisfied smiles filled the room. My granny asked for the recipe, it MUST be good.
What are your views on the cake and alcohol combo? Mojito cake next? OOooo.
Happy Monday folks!
Ix
Guest Post: Michaela’s Tiered Princess Cake
Hey guys, I’m Michaela and I’m taking over Immy’s joint today (oh gaaad this is my first ever guest blog post so please bear with me!)
I’m a model and baker from Hertfordshire, and I’ve been baking for eight years. I am completely self taught, with the help of some trusty YouTube tutorials and baking forums, which has allowed me to create and perfect my own tried and tested recipes as a basic starting base. Since then, I’ve collected tools, ingredients, equipment, magazine subscriptions and all important experience which has led me to 1. the urgent need for extra storage space for all of this and 2. where I am today!
My most recent project was for my not-so-little sister’s 21st birthday, she wanted a three tier Victoria sponge cake with a fresh cream and strawberry filling, and gave me free rein to decorate it. I got straight on to Pinterest for inspiration and mind mapped a few ideas until I had a complete picture of what I wanted, which was a pink cake with delicate gold piping, with the addition of gems!
I first set out baking the cakes, six cakes in total. I always do this the day before decorating, as the cakes can be clingfilmed and popped into the freezer to keep fresh whilst you ready everything else. A frozen cake is also MUCH easier to carve when you’re evening out the top, or simply carving into a shape.
Wildwood Pizza
Social Media is a beautiful thing. Of course, a lot of the time your newsfeed is inundated with dubious hot dogs for legs pictures and 20 things to do in your 20′s Buzfeed articles but sometimes you scroll across a rare gem that enlightens you on something that you would never usually stumble across.
Word on the street is that there is a little van of wood-fired pizza magic cropping up at a different corner of the Island every day, letting people know by post the time and location on their Facebook page - ‘pop up restaurant’ in its most basic sense. After a few phone call exchanges from my chums, we agreed that this was probably the one and only way to spend our Thursday evening so we piled into the car and zoomed across to the other side of the Island to have a little ganders.
We rolled up to the top of Freshwater bay, clambered out of the car and to the top of the hill where we found the little vintage citroen parked up and surrounded by a little crowd of lucky walkers, families and Facebook savvy folk like us.
I nipped round the side to get a closer peek inside the van. The vintage van has been transformed into a little cave of pizza wonders, kitted out with a legit wood-fire oven and dough rolling machine that had me mesmerised for far longer than it should have. It must have been as hot as the surface of the sun inside, but the amount of smiling faces at the sight of their fresh, delicious lookin’ pizzas must be worth it.
Ya see, the wood-fire way of cooking pizza is nothing like your usual think ‘n’ heavy slab from dominos. As the heat is so high, the pizza cooks evenly – crusts are crisp, cheese beautifully molten but the rest of the toppers remain fresh, flavoursome and crunchy.
The view wasn’t so bad either.
After a little wait and a thousand wafts of a-mazing pizza later, we were at the front of the que. Feeling VERY hungry, we hastily scribbled down our orders and walked (ran) to the pub, grabbed a frosty beer and returned ready to go.
Tim and Penny roll out the dough, pop on the toppings and poke in the oven for a brief 90 seconds before being slipped onto a plate and handed over to you. The moment they yelled ‘IMMY!’ I knew it was my time to die and fall happily into pizza heaven. I went for the special of beetroot, feta and cashew (£7) the other ladies went for ham and pineapple and classic margarita. We sat ourselves down by the shore and the chatter ceased into a comfortable silence between satisfied groans as the waves lapped and bottles clinked.
It was one of those pizzas that was just so good you end up folding it together and eat like a sandwich with all cheese dribbling down your chin – whilst still smiling. Everything was just right, all the favours worked together retaining the beautiful fresh taste of beetroot, crunch of the cashew nuts and soft creamy texture of the feta. Are you feeling hungry yet?
After munching down our pizzas till a mere crumb was left, we noticed the glowing sunest casting a deep orange hue across the cliffs, without leaving anymore time for the sun to dip beneath the ocean, we said our thank yous and hopped back into the car to try and catch the last of the sunset.
Going…
Going…
Gone!
Feeling full and happy, we drove back home listening to Ben Howard through the windy country roads – classic.
Make sure you check out Wildwood pizza and nip a long down to their van when their in your neck of the woods, it is absolutely worth it. I assure you.
Ix
The Isle of Wight Tea & Cake Guide
There’s nothing that can’t be solved over a good pot of tea and slab of cake tucked up in a cosy cafe for a few hours with lovely company. Usually in the heat of a cake and tea craving moment, you find yourself nipping into the nearest coffee chain and settling for synthetic, factory produced cake with overpriced, poorly brewed tea. To stop you settling to mediocre cake experiences (no one deserves that) I’ve popped together a few of my favourite spots on the Island to grab cake, tea and any other hot bevvy you desire when it gets drizzly and the beach or Black Gang Chine is off the cards.
The Island is (not a lot) more than rolling hills, beaches and a few festivals. There are new local businesses popping up all over the place, most of the time it’s only proper Islanders that know about these little gems and I think it is my duty to share them with y’all. Next time you’re down these ends for a long weekend or either side of Bestival and crave some good, hearty cake and fresh leaf tea, you’ll know where to find it – promise you will invite me along too, yeah?
There are SO MANY beautiful places to visit on the Isle of Wight but here’s a little selection to get you started.
Chocolate Apothecary, Ryde
Formerly a Victorian Chemists and still kitted out with the original interior, however selling chocolates rather than antibiotics – basically does the same thing, right? You will find this little chocolatier and patisserie amongst the ice cream vendors and jelly shoe sellers – just as you set foot on the Island from the Fast Cat (by ‘fast cat’ I mean Wightlink ferry). Chocolate Apothecary is the perfect place to sweep you in when the weather suddenly takes a downturn and you’re in need of a mug of something lovely to warm your cockles – with a few handmade chocolates on the side, naturally.
Inside are groups of friends, mothers, daughters and grandmas huddled around the coffee tables catching up over a large glass of rich, creamy chocolate indulge or a steamy mug of tea – there are about 10239 varieties to choose from.
The shop smells deliciously of fresh, ground coffee and chocolate, with folk in aprons nipping in and out of the kitchen delivering trays of fresh, handmade chocolates and cakes.
If you are – or know someone who is – a big ole chocolate fan, this place thoroughly hits the spot!
Find em’ here:
4 Esplanade, Town Centre, Ryde PO33 2DY
Mrs Jones Tea Depot, East Cowes
Like all good tea rooms, this new haunt pitched up in the sleepy side of the Island and makes you feel like you’ve popped into ya Grandmas living room for a much-needed brew and slab of freshly baked cake, or if you are really peckish – a hefty doorstop sandwich or all day breakfast.
Make yourself comfortable in a reclaimed armchair (blanket inc.) and sift through piles of vintage magazines, postcard albums whilst surrounded by wartime memorabilia from the 1940’s all wrapped up with 1940′s music humming in the background as you sip your tea.
There is a cake for everyone here, a large slice of springy viccy sponge, indulgent chocolate cake or and incredibly delicious gluten and dairy free chocolate cake. There’s nothing better than pouring loose leaf tea (only £2 for a big pot) as the rain pours outside; we chingwagged and ordered more rounds of cake for hours, I mean a haaauge slice for 1.90 – how could you not? Smiley staff, great prices and bloody good cake.
Find em’ here:
28 Castle St, East Cowes, Isle of Wight PO32 6RD
House of Zabre, Marchesa Bar – Ryde
Ryde is where you will find most of the shops (be sure to check out the charity shops) bars and pubs. I only discovered this secret gem a year ago, through a little inconspicuous arch at the back of a clothes shop.
Through this archway you enter a small, boutique cake and tea haven leading out to a garden full of flowers, potted plants and water features providing you with a little hideaway when your feet get tired of souvenir shopping.
Also do check out their FaceBook to get a heads up on little shindigs they hold in the evenings where people in the know through on their glad rags, drink red wine and listen to jazz. How incredibly suave.
Find em’ here:
12 Union St, Ryde, Isle of Wight PO33 2DU
2. LP’s, Seaview
I blogged about this lovely pastel seaside spot last year. I will never tire of the white washed floors, dainty tea cups and beautiful cakes.
Based in Seaview and the perfect place to nip in after a dip in the sea with sandy feet and grumbling tummies. With the cakes freshly baked each day in the kitchen, there are always new ones to try – I went for the GF brownie. As we sat and gobbled our cakes, we saw the most incredible lookin’ sundaes making there way outside and cream teas being devoured by bright trousered and stripy shirt wearing locals.
As well as a marvellous selection of cakes and ice-cream, they also do pizza nights (2 for 1 on Saturday nights FYI)
Cake, tea, ice cream AND pizza. Yup, LP’s you have definitely got it goooiin on.
Find em’ here:
1 High St, Seaview PO34 5EU
I hope this gives you a little heads up when you next find yourself down on the Island. Feel free to give me a cheeky tweet at @ImogenMay_ if you discover any new spots or try any of the above; let me know what you think – and more importantly what cake you ordered!
Ix
Tai Chi
