If we were having coffee it would be at Motteau on the corner of Calle de San Pedro. We came by it by chance, it didn’t feature in any guide book and if it did it would spoil it. The place has three/four tables, and comfortably sits 10 folk at a time.
The coffee came just as we like it, a nice big mug and although I’m starting to get used to a espresso, I still don’t think you can beat an Americano with your cake.
All the cakes are made on the premises in the kitchen right next to the seating area. The chef’s are in full view separated by glass and a marvel to watch in there confined space that is kitted out for all manner of creation.
Today we have a choice of things to eat. A white chocolate, pistachio and rose candy pastry, a slice of carrot cake, a walnut brownie and a meringue and caramel twirl.
It’s a shame we only managed to find this place on our last day! If this was going to be our vocation it would be the sort of place we’d liked to run…….to dream!
Thanks for joining me for coffee, thanks to Nerd in the Brain who hosts the Weekend Coffee Share.
If we were having coffee , it would be alongside a steaming bowl of porridge, soaked the night before to aid with it’s unctuous creamy texture. For me porridge needs to be thick and hearty rather than a runny gruel.
We’ve been a man down this week, the passing of time now marks our youngest going off to school camp with tails of abseiling, rock climbing, canoeing and team building. We’ve been left wondering who might return.
The evening meal has been devoid of the usual bickering, taunting and the rising stress levels that accompanies the evening meal. It’s been quiet, the conversation considered without interruptions. Our eldest having to tune into the adult conversation, bringing his own topics. Tales of the subject choices he’s thinking of taking alongside his dreams and aspirations. The new world includes Modern Studies and Engineering Science alongside the classic sciences now known as STEM subjects, his knowledge already far superior to mine at his age…..along with more knowledge on the world than I have at this age, embarrassingly so.
I’ve managed three runs this week and boy have they been hard, getting up that 20 minutes earlier, still dark, still cold. No movement on the weight front. It doesn’t matter though the main benefit I’m looking for is mental health, a change in my well being and state of mind. Our house finds this time of year hard, work is frenetic as the final throws of what must be achieved on the technology front is completely out of step with the resource available. A mixture of regulatory must does versus the appetite for growth opportunities and process improvement. A run in the morning seems to take this demand, the stress of it all and spits it out and chews it up turning it into something different, development opportunity, skills utilisation and just work.
The porridge is eaten slowly, with blueberries and chopped banana, the time for reflection is over. Time to get to work.
The weekend coffee share is hosted by the Part Time Monster Blog.
If we were having coffee we would discuss how dry it’s been but cold. I’d tell you how exciting it’s been coming home each night to see the progress on the kitchen. I’d get my phone out and show you the pictures and you’d nod your head in agreement that it looks great.
Deep down you’d be thinking that looks like a crazy building site and why would you put yourself through the dust and the mayhem. I’d be trying to point out the features, the nooks and crannies. We’d talk about what’s still to be done and then we’d discuss how we are managing without a kitchen.
I’d explain we’ve been cooking in the loft. A left over falling to bits student kitchen which despite its ramshackle appearance it’s like a little home from home. The boys start their breakfast without us with the radio re-tuned to Radio1. On appearing I immediately do the dad thing and change the station to my choice of Radio2. It’s not like I’m torturing them with a high brow radio 4! To which I get the moans and a few awwghh Dads, but it settles down with the usual chomp of rice crispies.
I’d talk to you about my spotify tracks…..My retro album of choice this week has been Disco by the pet shop boys, an album that takes me back to my Walkman sat in the back of the car drowning out whatever was going on in the world at the time.
The new song discovery is this years British entry for the euro vision taking place in Stockholm this evening…You’re Not Alone by Joe and Jake . A great poppy tune gets everyone into that summer vibe whilst we are camping in the loft. The remix has been added to the scribble playlist that’s under construction.
I’ve had coffee with a couple of other folk over the week, and enjoyed hearing about having a proper blog plan Literati-Girl And enjoyed Millysguidetohappiness. Then I stopped by Trents World
I’ve got various cooking ambitions despite being hampered without an oven, it’s like my right arm has been chopped off, but I think it’s more that a fall back has gone and since I’ve been looking for recipes that are quick simple and easy the oven seems to feature a lot. I hope to share in due course.
Until next weekend, thanks for popping by.
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If we were having coffee I would tell you it feels like 10.30, but really it’s 9.15. It’s funny how all sense of time changes when you wake up early. Today it was 5.25 when I snuck out of bed, work churning through my mind. The things that I needed to get down onto paper (think Jerry Maguire) or more appropriately powerpoint. The house started to move at 7 with the usual weekend activities, the youngest geared up for football and despite the eldest trying to eak out the minutes of a lie in he’s up and ready for swimming.
This weekend we are in the final throws of clearing down our kitchen, the builders move in on Monday and I’ve already taken some shelves down, cleared out some old cupboards. To say I needed a coffee and that small piece of brownie left for my mid morning snack was and understatement. As the front door closes it’s straight to the hob and the single Bialetti.
Our Bialetti is a trusted classic espresso maker that has seen us through a good many changes over the last few years, the discolouring, the browning and warmth of use marks the passage of time. I wonder whether this will work on the new hi-tech induction hob that’s on it’s way and with a pang of guilt knowing it won’t it’s in that moment I’m transported to the Piazza Della Republica in Florence where we bought the pot on holiday as a momento of the trip.