Nobody Does It Better (chicken mole)

Listen, just accept now that this post is going to be a stream of consciousness. For some reason, I’ve taken to using song titles for a lot of my post titles. Because of today’s recipe, I’ve got spies on the mind. Nobody Does It Better is a favourite James Bond theme song of mine. This…

Whistle While You Work

In case you haven’t checked the calendar…it’s still January. February is peeking shyly around the corner, but January continues to hang around like a bad smell. No, actually January is like that scene in bad romantic films, where the guy walks the girl to her door and they have that awkward “Sooooo…this is me” conversation….

On queuing

I have a terrible memory for faces, even those of close friends and family. I’ve got the receipts. But I will never forget the face of a person who skips a queue. That face is burned into my brain folds for all time. This “healthy” respect for a line of people planning to avail of…

Wake me up before you Baogo

(Yes, I know the title is cheesy. No, I don’t want to change it.) In the centre of Brussels, there is a street called Rue Grétry. It is around the corner from the insanity of Delirium Village and attached at one end to Rue des Bouchers, where waiters lurk outside, yelling at potential customers and…

Rodin and Brussels

Here’s a little distraction from bad health (mine and the world’s): a bit of art history for your Monday. Last week, I was mooching around Paris waiting for my fellow travellers to arrive. Although it was minus 5 degrees, the sun was shining, I had many layers on and an hour to kill, so I…

Winter is coming?

I just took this photo. It’s 1 November. Christmas is only around the corner and I needed sunglasses on my walk to work. What work, you ask? Sylvia McCarthy, painter/decorator, at your service. I’m doing a big apartment renovation before renting. Prospective renters, the photo above is taken from the balcony. Prime real-estate and only…

The week when I…(2)

Wouldn’t the return to school have been much easier if we all had chocolate pencils from Leonidas? I should have written something in between this week’s summary and last week, but instead I: Wrote: a Brussels food and drink guide for TheTaste (thanks to Erica for putting in a word for me). There are so…

Reunited

September is almost here. The summer has flown by since I left Canada. I needed a little blogging break, but every time I did something or went somewhere, I still kept thinking “what will I say about this?” And yet I didn’t say anything. Time to rectify that and talk about the two most important events…

If You Leave Me Now

There it is. Gone. The UK has voted to Leave the EU. I’m trying to establish why this has come as such a shock to me, but my knowledge of the campaign was based on social media. Everyone I know or follow was voting Remain, but that was mainly because my friends know what it…

Running Vancouver

No, I haven’t taken over the city. But I have a confession: there was a moment when I almost jumped up and shouted “Sign me up for the 2017 Run Van! #lifegoals!!!”. This was at the stage when this year’s marathon runners had started to pass my spot beside Second Beach, where a band with…

Another Brussels Goodbye

“You have another 20 minutes, if you want to stay a little longer”, the lady at the Eurostar check-in said kindly, as I wiped my eyes and nose. But goodbyes are horrible and I had just cried into my boyfriend’s mouth, so I had to go. The wiping was futile, so I took ownership of…

I Feel the Earth Move: Coudenberg

Listen, I’ve got a secret. I didn’t realise it was a secret, but after almost eight years in Brussels and no-one telling me to run directly to the Coudenberg museum, the only reason can be that it is highly classified information. So don’t tell anyone else, but get there as soon as you can. The…