We’ve had magnetic knife rails for some time, but not for the key utensils that we pull out of a drawer after we’re done all our slicing and dicing. Once we’ve done our basic prep and we’re ready to head to the stove, we reach for the spoon, fork and spatula.
Here they are, and like none other.
This gorgeous beech set comes from Slovenia, which has a storied tradition of woodworking that the makers of this set would like to revive. They’re produced and designed by Leis, a Slovenian company that follows a sustainable, fair-trade business model that they like to keep local. Harvesting, design and manufacturing were conducted in a 30 km radius.
Jet Fuel is the name of this too-cool-to-crack-a-smile Cabbagetown cafe, whose branding nails their offering really well. They have good quality fuel by way of java, and they have all the hip you’d ever want in a coffee shop.
This is not their logo, by the way, but just a great find tumblred by Bella Illusione. Thanks Bella. This is their logo.
Jet Fuel delivers to the under-caffeinated in two significant ways. They give you a double shot of espresso for $1. Beat that any of you cafés out there. And their signature bevvy for the lollygaggers — folks who don’t need to bolt out the door fired up with a liquid charge — is an eponymous combo of cappuccino and latte in one cup. Why? Because no one else does.
If you’ve chosen to meet a friend or a crush here, good luck finding a place to sit. And be ready to whisper-talk directly into one another’s ear [which is why the crush option is a good one], because it’s as loud as a jet engine in there.
No. It’s not, not really, but it’s loud. It’s a small room with high ceilings, filled with talking caffeinated souls. It’s no wonder.
PS: don’t be a wuss and ask for decaf. Not on the menu.
Charlie is the imaginary 8-year-old nephew I had to conjure up in my mind to imagine who would sleep in this bed. Those fries are pillows, in case it wasn’t immediately obvious, and it isn’t until you try to follow the whimsical logic that created this bed, the so-called Supersize Bed.
I think Charlie would love this bed because it’s like having a racing car bed, only tastier, in your imagination. But wait. They’ll fit this bed to any size mattress? For adults? That’s when it all falls apart. Who is really going to sleep in this bed? Because even though Charlie would love this bed, his imaginary mother, my imaginary sister, would never agree to this thing.
“Charlie will be wanting McDonald’s morning, noon and night,” she says, in my imagination. And I’d be inclined to agree. I want some McDonald’s just looking at the thing, which I suppose would please the makers very much, to be able to evoke that much desire in a person. Or appetite.
Still, I’m finding it hard to imagine, as an adult, getting sexy on this bed. Food and sex go very well together, but where foam and corporate fast-food is involved, I don’t think, speaking for my non-imaginary self right now, not so much.
Some lucky Londoner gets up every morning to make coffee in this minimal, clean design kitchen. Backed by white-painted bricks in front of a farmhouse sink and its striking faux-oldtimey hardware, those lucky Londoners are cooking eggs and who knows what else on a stunning AGA stove, prepping their food on marble counters, fishing into repurposed wooden-fronted drawers and standing on an understated floor of wooden slats in a herringbone design.
And I am standing there with them. Let no beautiful kitchen escape my dreamy place in it.
A flooded market on wheels and a vendor undeterred
Pushing a cart through a flooded street in south-central Thailand, a woman stays open for business despite the disaster affecting more than 2 million people in her region. Selling fruits and vegetables won’t wait because eating won’t wait, because survival can’t wait. Photo by Chaiwat Subprasom for Reuters.
When warm gold light spills out from inside the cafe, when we savour the warm air on our bare arms and legs, when we know the day’s nearly done because it’s turning indigo, that’s when we’re in heaven.
Like a kitchen-warmed full moon, sour dough, so moist you can taste it, heavy, dense and cool. Smoked salmon w/creme fraiche, capers and red onions. Rare-roast beef, grain mustard, horseradish mayo. cracked black pepper. Egg salad. #HowIdLoveThee
Double-decker windows plus drop-chain ball lighting, this kitchen is the 19th century home of English interior designer and antiques dealer Rose Uniake. Her aesthetic includes some French touches that try very hard not to draw attention and are unmistakably stylish all the same. See more of the house here. My favourite: the floors.
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