It's Rye Time...

...for a snack.

As much as I love freshly baked, crusty, white bread - and I do, I really do - sometimes my body needs a few more nutrients than it can provide.

At those times I turn to an open rye bread sandwich.

Rye is a fantastic alternative to wheat-based breads; it's full of fibre and vitamins such as manganese, magnesium and phosphorus.  All in all, a pretty healthy base upon which to pile a colourful bounty of tastiness.


Rye bread is also pretty dense and filling, so it's the perfect candidate for an open sandwich, as you don't need to use too many slices.


Here are three of my favourites: 2 savoury, 1 sweet. 

Avocado and goat's cheese

    

- 2 mashed avocados spread onto the bread

- 150g goat's cheese sprinkled on top 

- Lots of cracked black pepper

- A pinch of coarse sea salt 

- A good lug of extra virgin olive oil

Smoked salmon and beetroot

      

- A couple of chopped cooked beetroots mixed with some cream cheese and splash of red wine vinegar 

- Spread on the bread 

- A few pieces of smoked salmon layered on top 

- Some chopped spring onion tips

- Cracked black pepper

Peanut butter, banana and mixed berries with yoghurt

  

   

- Good quality, crunchy peanut butter spread on the bread

- A sliced banana laid on top

- Berries mixed with probiotic natural yoghurt dolloped on top (strawberries and blackberries, in this case)

- A good drizzle of honey and some toasted flaked almonds

And there you have it: a breakfast, lunch or snack packed full of goodness, which will fuel you through all that intense Team GB support. 

An Olympic Plea

Londoners, Your City Needs YOU!

I don’t usually make a habit of begging, but I’m going to now.  Just this once.

I’m going to because, despite the naysayers, the pessimists, the whingers, the doom-predictors, les miserables and those who really couldn’t give a tiny rat’s arse, the Olympic Games begin in T-2 days and they will be one of the biggest sporting events in our lifetime as Londoners.*

I had the privilege and pleasure of attending the technical rehearsal of the Opening Ceremony last night, which was an incredible spectacle to say the least.  I have enough respect for those who have spent years organising it to #savethesurprise, but I will say that you are truly in for a treat if you choose to watch it on Friday.

Here are a few snaps inside the Olympic Park to whet the appetite.

Now, back to my plea.  Over the next few weeks I will be sporadically donning a bright pink tabard and taking to the streets to assist everyone who’s trying to make their way around London.  Yes, my name is Celine I am your volunteer Olympic travel ambassador.

I’ll admit, when I’m walking behind a tourist who stops suddenly to point, laugh at and then take pictures of a pigeon eating a Kit Kat wrapper, I have visions of bludgeoning them to death with their own camera.  I am, however, taking this opportunity to see our capital in a different way: through millions of fresh, excited and hopeful pairs of eyes.

My request (or challenge, if you’d prefer) to you is to go about your daily business with the same mentality.  Here’s what I mean:

- You’re a Londoner, you know your hood.  If you see anyone looking a bit lost or confused, take a minute to ask them if they’d like a hand figuring out where they want to go.  Get a warm, fuzzy feeling from helping someone before you’ve even had your first latte of the day.

- Dust off that GCSE French / German / Spanish and take a couple of moments to remember how to say  ‘you’re welcome’ and ‘good bye’ in a few other languages.  Use them.  It’s exceedingly funny watching a Frenchman drop his croissant in surprise when you make an unexpected effort in this way.

- Tell all tourists in central London to walk and to use the ‘Legible London’ maps to get around.  You know when people get on the tube at Covent Garden only to get off at Leicester Square?  Educate them on that.

- Carry a few spare tube maps in your bag and hand them out like some kind of be-suited map vending machine.

- Download some useful free apps onto your phone so that you’re prepared when someone asks you where the nearest loos are (ToiletFinder UK).

- Remember all of the many incredible things and places that you love about London and share them with anyone who might ask for a recommendation.

- Smile at people.  I know it's against our religion as Londoners, but do it.  Just this once.  You might even enjoy it.

 

This is not about the money that has been spent, the security debacles or the impact that it will have on the transport network.   It’s about the impression that the world and the millions of visitors during this period will have of London – our home - and what we can each do to feel like we had a small part to play in making it the best impression possible. 

I promise, when it’s all over, you have my express permission to tut loudly at anyone who is incapable of understanding why every other person on that escalator is standing on the right.

*I’m aware that I’ve mentioned the words ‘Olympics’ and ‘London’ numerous times in this post which, if you believe the reports, is likely to result in my hanging, drawing and quartering by the Brand Police.  So I might as well chuck in ‘Gold’, ‘Silver’, ‘Bronze’, ‘summer’ and 2012 to ensure a swift demise.  Oh, and I’ll sell you chips if you want – WITHOUT ANY ACCOMPANYING FISH!

It's Spritz o'clock

I love a Pimms No. 1 as much as the next woman.  Slightly sweet, refreshingly fruity and relatively low in alcohol, it's the perfect summer tipple (or session beverage, as the boys would call it).


But even during this miserable summer, I feel like I've OD'd on the faithful fruit cup.  This is where having a little sister who's taken up residence in Italy comes in very handy. 

On her last visit, the gorgeous girl presented us with this:
  

Snuggled up together in their shredded paper bedding were two best friends - Aperol and Prosecco.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with Aperol, it's an Italian aperitif that's a less bitter version of Campari with a slight orangey flavour.  

It also forms the basis of Spritz, a wonderfully refreshing 'aperitivo'.

The classic mix is:

3 parts Prosecco
2 parts Aperol
1 splash of soda or seltz
Ice, half a slice of orange.

It's often served in a short glass with lots of ice; although I don't usually mess with Italian classics, this time I chose a wine goldfish bowl sans the orange slice.

I appreciate that it resembles a large measure of Iron Bru but, trust me when I say that once you try it, you'll be quaffing it for the rest of the "summer".

Plus it's more alcoholic than Pimms, so will turn that drizzly rain into a warm, fuzzy haze.

Enjoy with a bowl of queen green olives and pretend you're kicking back in the sunshine overlooking a Venetian piazza. 

Oh, just so you know, it doesn't taste the same if your ice cubes aren't shaped like tube signs.