Hello lovely decor8 readers! It’s Rincy again with another Simple Times post. How have you all been doing? While the year started off slowly for some of us, life is well and truly catching up this month. Cherry blossoms, florals and herbs are bursting on the scene with such humbling beauty it’s impossible not to be infected with that spring spirit. A few weeks ago, one of our friends broke the mould of a seasonal gathering and led us out for an afternoon of foraging wild garlic. What followed thereafter was six hours of real conversation, a shared meal over bread and dips and that feeling of ‘why didn’t we do this sooner’? There really is something about breaking bread together that draws friendships closer.
Here’s hoping that this encourages you to do the same this month. This bread recipe is one of the simplest to put together and a complete treat to accompany any meal.
Wild Garlic Bread - Recipe courtesy of Jette Virdi (adapted from Ballymaloe)
450g plain flour
12-14fl oz butter milk [if you don't have butter milk: try regular milk with juice of 1 lemon squeezed in, stirred and left for a little. should go a little thicker/lumpier]
pinch of salt
big handful of wild garlic
Preheat oven to 230C, Mix flour, salt and wild garlic. Add half milk and mix in circular motion. Then add remaining milk in stages. Once it comes together turn out dough onto lightly floured surface then make it round. Try not to play around with it too much as it will lose it’s ‘rise’. Cook for 15mins at 230C then turn oven down to 200C and cook for roughly 30-40mins. To check if cooked, turn upside down and tap the bottom, should sound hollow if cooked.
Hello lovely decor8 friends! It’s Rincy again with another Simple Times post. I must say a very warm thank you for your comments on the last post here, it is such a comforting thing to know that we are really in this journey of growth together in 2014. (the recipe of the Lahmacun will be soon to follow, I promise) In the last few weeks since then Holly has welcomed Aidan, a beautiful new spirit into the world and aside from the qualities one hopes for another -purpose, reason, self-esteem, creative joy- in the last year I’ve begun to realize wanderlust is the most infectious of all to spread to a little soul.
This past week I was able to take a trip to Prague. It was a breath of fresh air and really one of my most favorite trips in the last few months of travel. I’ve spoken previously about the advantages of knowing a local in adding a richness to plans while abroad and I cannot speak more highly of the Taste of Prague team for doing just that for us. I’ve heard much about the touristy aspect of Prague however, prior to arriving we had maps of suggested less travelled walking paths, countless names of tried-and-tested restaurants and a four hour walking tour revolved around food to help aid in learning more about the culture and history of this beautiful city.
We travelled everywhere by foot coming back to tired legs and full bellies but the effect of this city lined with its myriad of architectural styles, rich history, savory meats and of course the beer (and wine!) sure did leave it’s mark. I always find it difficult summarizing travels and images to share but wanderlust will always be aplenty after even the smallest of trips.
I sincerely hope that near or far around your area, you can find a little spot that creates that spark of wanderlust for you too. – Rincy
(text/images: rincy koshy)
Hello sweet decor8 readers! It’s Rincy with the first Simple Times post of 2014. I will be honest and say that January was one of ‘those’ months for me which is why I skipped writing here then and thought I’d get started in February instead. The first week of 2014 was spent overworking and then the following weeks were more work and then catching up with things that should have been done the first week. (Please dear friends, tell me I’m not the only one?) The internet however, seemed vibrant with ideas to suit everyone: plan, don’t plan, indulge, don’t overindulge. Listen. Speak. Inspire. Learn. Cleanse. Eat. It left me thinking and then even worse led me to over-thinking. And then well, it just left me plain old stuck in one place. Fast forward to meeting a new friend. The best thing about that is no pre-conceived notions of how things should be. It’s honest conversation without the guilt. That conversation you have with that person on a bus, plane or solo walk home with a friend of a friend. A clean slate. Easy, honest, free. Today, I watched for the second time as my friend prepared a gorgeous Turkish meal for rainy day conversations.
During it, I realized that resolution or no resolution, sometimes it’s about the ‘doing’ that matters. The women I am inspired by are all ‘do-ers’- they adore what they do and even more than that, truly care to keep on growing. A ‘do-er’ does not always achieve high accolades, money in the bank, go a dress size down with minimal effort- it just simply means they are out there in the world saying ‘hey, I’m here and I’m trying.’
(Click on any image above to enlarge.)
And that to me is a whole lot less pressure for the start of the year. So here’s to being a do-er this year. Even if it is one month later than most.
From two ladies who ate well, spoke freely and are finally ready to start 2014: Let’s do this thing. How are you feeling so far about 2014 everyone? -Rincy
(Food/Styling: Ajda Mehmet, Photos/Words: Rincy Koshy)
Hello friends! It’s Rincy again with a little post on the holiday season here in Dublin. I love this time of year, similar to spring, it feels as though there is a secret promise of a new beginning just around the corner. It can either be a frenzied blur of events or the slowest of periods and I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all had our fair share of both (takeout food and Friends re-runs, I’ve been there done that). But every now and again a funny thing happens in the midst of the chaos of presents, crowds or family politics, there is a moment of contentment. Bliss. Joy. Love. Gratitude. Ever so brief or all at once, it happens.
Last week, we celebrated our friend Emily’s birthday in the midst of the holiday season. It was an evening full of collaborative efforts, DIY touches and a family whose love is incredibly palpable- it was beautiful to be a part of it. It was without a doubt, one of those moments.
Emily’s sweet take on the evenings events: “When I moved to Ireland just over five years ago, there were a lot of things that necessitated adjustment: driving on the other side of the road, not being able to buy anything in bulk at the grocery store, those kinds of things. What didn’t take any time at all to adjust to was how the Irish celebrate the Christmas season. They gather, they linger, they spend time around a table or a fireplace. They chat and they sing and time stands still for a few hours. On the day of the dinner party, I pulled my car over by the coast of Dublin Bay and trekked down to the water line. I pulled out a big old piece of driftwood and squeezed it into the back of the car. We suspended it above the table, and from it we hung the most beautiful geometric Christmas ornaments. Candles placed throughout the room twinkled and sparkled. We held hands around the table while my husband prayed grace over the meal. Then we ate, drank wine, shared stories and laughed. Time stopped for a few hours; there were no phones or work. We were right there, together, celebrating exactly the way I’ve learned to in my time in Dublin. Truly present, with nowhere else to be but right there.” – Emily
Whatever way you choose to spend your holiday, I hope bliss, joy love and gratitude are a plenty. Wishing you a very happy holiday season from Ireland. – Rincy