Baby don’t you cry Gonna make a pie Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle Baby don’t be blue Gonna make for you Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle. Gonna be a pie from heaven above Gonna be filled with strawberry love Baby don’t you cry Gonna make…
Much like a magpie, pretty shiny things capture my attention with a silly amount of ease. Shamefully, festive-themed coffee cups, pajamas dotted with reindeer and candles scented with cinnamon, ginger and winter berry end up in my arms quicker than you can say “a toffee nut latte please”. I think that’s probably why I love…
Sunday brunches are not fast food. They are long, languid affairs and in my eyes, must be served with plenty black coffee and the Sunday papers (tabloid and broadsheet for balance, natülich). My last day in Berlin reinvigorated my love for the slowed down start to the day, and so the classic combination of…