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@edgwareviabank.bsky.social

Italian-born, raised all over the place, wound up in London for better or worse. Also: 🇮🇹 🇬🇧 translator & writer, hobby photographer, cat person, here for books & food. She / her.

Making sausage risotto. My mother doesn't enjoy cooking, but she does make a mean sausage risotto, and my attempts are always Just Not It. Tonight's recipe is from Italy's most famous cooking website, and I can already tell, nope, still not as good as the risotto of my memories.

Just described myself as "three angsty teenagers in a trenchcoat" in conversation. Which is not entirely inaccurate, and would, I'm sure, go down very well in my job applications.

On exactly 31 January I dragged a friend on a North London bookshop crawl to find a book I wanted to quote in a translator's note, and had already returned to the library. We didn't find it. The translation's submission deadline was 1 February. "Forget it" I said, "they'll reject me anyway." Well...

Plot twist! The cats' adoption fell through at the last minute, and (very) long story short...I feel relieved. Selfish of me, maybe. But look at them, in their favourite house with their favourite people. This is home for them for as long as they need.

Lena and Poppy, the Whiskers Sisters, calico and tabby, surveying the cardboard pyramid tunnel we made them with a delivery box. We were supposed to drop them off at the adopter's yesterday morning, but it seems that second thoughts were had by all - adopter and rescue alike. Well, they can stay as long as they need. They couldn't be happier to be here, and neither could I.

Well hello, it's been a minute, hasn't it? I didn't plan to go quiet this long. It just happened. I'm not good at social media, I always knew it, and it felt nice to lean into it. So, since I don't know when I'll next feel like posting, here's a thread of things I thought of sharing and forgot to.

One of my two favourite local bakeries is closing tomorrow, I'm in a huge queue (before they're even open) to score one last custard bun I may not get, and despite the nice things I know I have in this world, I'm in full "why can't we ever have nice things in this world" mood right now. Send cats.

February reads on @thestorygraph.com: Scams! Haunting Argentinian mysteries! Young women going through mental health breakdowns! I'm all about the joyous reads, you see. Little Bosses Everywhere is a 10/10 recommendation, if you're into MLM deep dives or getting angry about the state of the world.

Books I read in February:

1) "Little Bosses Everywhere" by Bridget Read. One of the slow-burners I started in January. An in-depth coverage of MLM culture and its ties with conservative (and eve far-right) ideology, which are, frankly, frightening. Highly recommended.
2) "The Fragility of Bodies" by Sergio Olguín. Picked up from a recommendation on Bluesky, it reminded me how much I love the subtle, eerie darkness of South-American mysteries. Not a perfect book (the protagonist is very clearly a woman written by a man, if you catch my drift), but the criminal case at the heart of it is haunting and well-developed.
3) "We Could Be Rats" by Emily Austin. I've seen few authors portray mental issues as realistically as Austin, which is absolutely a credit to her. This book was a little too disjointed in terms of narration and point of view for my taste - "Everyone In This Room Will Someday Be Dead" was far superior in terms of craft.

I'm sitting outside my favourite neighbourhood cafe with a flat white and an ebook, and the lady behind me in the queue had a gorgeous gorgeous dog, and for the first time today, I feel I'm onto something that might ease the knot of anxiety I've had in my stomach over something silly I think I did.

Hi! Happy Saturday! Have some microfiction by yours truly, courtesy of @templeinacity.bsky.social. I started this a lifetime ago in a @kathyfish.bsky.social Flash Fiction Extravaganza - so pleased it's found a home. Will share a photo of the OTT Christmas lights that inspired it if you ask nicely.

Temple in a city@templeinacity.bsky.social · 8mo ago

Growing dread, time passes, hanging, still hanging. A gem by @edgwareviabank.bsky.social templeinacity.com/micro-fictio...

This crosses over with my old gripes about math: teaching quality (I had mocking teachers, curriculum-obsessed teachers and disengaged teachers, none prioritising curiosity over test scores) and that other pervasive '00s sentiment ("STEM degrees are for boys"). Probably lucky I have no time to rant.

Faine Greenwood@faineg.com · 9mo ago

Those who weren’t resigned to the Math Idiot Garbage Bin as kids may not grasp how much “if you’re bad at math, you’ll die in a ditch and all will be better off for it” sentiment was floating around in the 90s and 2000s, but it sure felt real to me. (my parents are great! It didn’t come from them!)

I seem to have entered a '90s Eurodance rabbit hole. Blaming it on watching the figure skating and drinking coffee after 3pm today. BUT! The autoplay suggestions I'm getting are so spot-on, 13-year-old me might as well have recorded them herself off that long defunct local radio station she loved.

Given time, I always do the things I say I'll do. "Things" being the white chocolate & miso cookies I made for a baking club I'm going to later; "time" being easily 10 years since the first and only time I ate one before. Forget inbox zero: recipe stash zero is the challenge (it'll never happen).

Freshly baked white chocolate and miso cookies, ready to be taste tested for breakfast (spoiler: they passed the quality check and are ready to share). The recipe is Benjamin's Ebuehi's (available online, I halved the chocolate quantity and added some hazelnuts I had at home). This is only my second time eating miso cookies: the first time was at a friend's house some ten years ago, and I've been keeping an eye out for them in London bakeries ever since, but never found them anywhere. About time I took matters in my own hands. Also, with a jar of miso in the fridge, perhaps I can try something new from my savoury recipe stash soon, too.

January reads on @thestorygraph.com: I'm in the middle of two slow-burners, so for now, all you get is the fast-paced mysteries I picked up when I needed breaks. The literary hardbacks I piled up over the past two years and still not started keep watching reproachfully from the shelves.

Books I finished in January:

1) "Everyone on this train is a suspect" by Benjamin Stevenson: the sequel to "Everyone in this family killed someone", which I enjoyed a lot more - the novelty of the formula is starting to wear off a little. But I like the narrator and will still read the third book out of loyalty.
2) "Dead Island" by Samuel Bjørk: I needed a fix of Nordic Noir, and the Libby app delivered. Third book I read by this author and my favourite so far, though upon reflection, it does have the same flaws I found in the other two (mostly a tendency to let the main characters drive the plot forward through deductions that come out of the blue and readers have very few clues to try and work out themselves).

Some days it feels society is forcing people like me on one of two career paths: withering away in jobs that have no use for the things we enjoy about ourselves, or becoming LinkedIn life coaches to scam the people who are tired of withering. And come on - surely there's got to be a better option?

I'll try doing #CookJan even though I'm not in the mood for daily photos. I always love seeing what everyone makes, and would hate for it to stop because no one's joining in. Also, I need to shout about the cookbooks that made my meals better last year, should anyone care to listen. So let's go!

Natalie Alana Ashton@natalan.bsky.social · 10mo ago

im really looking forward to #cookjan, a twitter tradition that's just about survived the move over here here's the explainer from @aliceslater.bsky.social's blog. (and an annual reminder to mute that hashtag if you don't want to see food pics, for any reason).

text reads: "#CookJan is my response to diet culture. It's my antidote to the New Year New You bullshit. It's a community to hide in, to dilute the inevitable swell of fatphobia and disordered eating that plagues us in January. You can click here to read my original blog post from December 2017 to learn more about #CookJan, but in a nutshell: the goal is to enjoy and celebrate food, cooking and eating, whatever that may look like to you.

You can work through a cookbook, you can try Veganuary, you can reconnect with your kitchen in any way you like. You can check in with the community by using the hashtag or you can do your own thing. You can use it to document your oven chip, picky teas and even your takeaways. You can use it to explore food through a new lens, or you can use it to connect with other people who like to cook and eat.".

I never make new year resolutions, but in 2025 I tried. Turns out that starting Asako Yuzuki's Butter (yesterday) is the only one I kept. Back to a resolution-less life, then. Though maybe my goal should be learning to not bite off more than I can chew. Tricky when I want to change the path I'm on.

The cover to Asako Yuzuki's novel Butter, which I've owned for years, and promised myself I'd start in 2025. And I did. Last night. 

I also had a cooking resolution I chickened out of, and some work and writing resolutions that, very predictably for me, turned out to be overambitious (or thwarted by my tendency to be my own worst enemy). 

Lena the foster Calico cat watches in the background of the picture. She's had a wonderful year, and wants me to remember that I'm part of what made her life so much happier and safer than in 2024. I'll take that.

I lived and worked in Notting Hill for years without ever seeing anyone famous. My colleagues saw David Beckham around Westbourne Grove multiple times, including at a bar round the corner from the office we all often went to. A friend once served Noel Gallagher at a pub. Me? Not a single sighting.

Twlldun@twlldun.bsky.social · 10mo ago

Please quote this with the time you didn’t interact with someone famous - eg one time I was in Cardiff the same weekend as Willem Dafoe (but I didn’t see him or even know he was there until he appeared on the telly later)

I had a St. John mince pie at the new cafe they have inside the London Review Bookshop, and it was so good, I don't want to get mince pies from anywhere else next year (also must return with two willing companions for a sharing plate of 6 freshly baked madeleines, make it a resolution for 2026).

A mince pie with an extremely pleasing thick pastry shell, which I have cracked open to reveal the filling (perfect balance of orange, booze and dried fruit, 10/10, no notes). This beauty is at the St. John cafe inside the London Review Bookshop, and am I feeling silly about having had their baked goods on my list for several years and only tried this today? A million times yes (also, never too late, and I'm quite pleased they now have a sit-down cafe I can go to without committing to a restaurant meal).

Christmas lunch for 2 (with plenty of leftovers for the coming days): @sabrinaghayour.bsky.social's Khoresh-e Fesenjan, because we're big Persiana fans in this house, and I've wanted to try the recipe for years. With the food I've made so far, I don't regret not flying home for the holidays one bit.

Right hand side: a plate of Khoresh-e Fesenjan (Persian chicken stew with walnuts and pomegranate) from Sabrina Ghayour's Persiana, aka one of my favourite cookbooks of all time. This must have been one of the recipes I bookmarked when I first got the book (in - gasp! - 2015?), and yet, it took until this week to make it for the first time. Left hand side: a serving plate full of rice with a crispy tahdig crust, which felt like a necessity (I love that recipe so much). Christmas in my own home also means no family food traditions to stick to, and I love being able to make whatever I want (and as much of it as I want - this was the portion size we'd normally eat, and we'll still have space for a nice dinner later). 🍽️ 🍜

Merry Christmas from me and the cats, who are all set for a day of relaxing in the ways they most love (Lena: kneading on humans with razor-sharp claws; Poppy: giving Partner a heart attack by leaning too close to the TV screen). Wishing you a lovely chill day too!

This is the year I caved and bought a Christmas jumper (it is a very cute grey sweater with Snoopy dressed as Santa, driving his doghouse as if it was a sleigh, with Woodstock playing the reindeer). I did it to be able to take proper festive pictures, and this one, with Lena the calico cat on my lap, didn't disappoint.Poppy the tabby cat sits on a speaker and leans very close to the TV screen, as if wanting to catch the snowflakes on it (the image shows Snoopy sleeping on a doghouse clad in Christmas decorations, from a YouTube Christmas background music video).