Month: December 2014

Boats

A far cry from waiting on the tube. A world away from ‘minding the closing doors’. Unless explicitly mentioned otherwise, Zipporah Goetze owns the exclusive copyright to all photographs and text appearing on shedoesliving.com. Images may not be used or reproduced without consent.

Don’t try and fool me with fish

In England cod reigns supreme. Deep fried and battered.  Yet, with the decline of both cod and the local fish’n’chip shop, you could be fooled to thinking otherwise. I used to work at, what can only be described as, an over-glorified fish and chip restaurant, in the heart of London. I was a receptionist-slash-waitress-slash-verbal-punching-bag for management. It’s still there today. Its almost become an institution. God help us. Local business men with meetings, high society types  and foreign travelers, would all descend on the place, seeking (supposedly) ‘the best fish and chips experience’ in London. But for £15 and upwards, not including service charge for extras. You can get stuffed. I don’t mean that in the happy go lucky “eat till your full” way. I mean it in the classic, “even if I had gold dripping out of my nose, I still wouldn’t” way. In the whole time I had worked there, I had tried it once. Seeing how they mostly fed us overcooked pasta and some rice (I was forever bloated), you can imagine the built-up anticipation, before that very first bite.. …

C is for… Chili

Some days I want to pack in all in, and get on the first flight back to London. I’m loath to admit it, but I am still that very same petulant teenager that used to sew buttons and badges onto her blazer, in protest of the over-strict (and to this day foolish) uniforms policy. I am chaos at its best. Now, however, the grown up, more mature version of me, has more sway and is finally able to calm me down. Let’s just say that I had an incident two days ago, that stung my already fragile sense of self. It reminded me of how much I stuck out here, that I may never assimilate, but more importantly, that I may never fit in; the way I want. My first reaction, and one we are all familiar with, was to flee or at least plan my escape. There are very few times when I think my stubbornness is a good trait, but this is one of them, because my next reaction was along the lines of: So …

Bangkok Discoveries #2: Koji Suzuki and the Sushi that Saved Me

[Updated 11/07/2015 : I have since been informed that Koji’s place in Ekkamai has shut down. I’ve contacted Koji and am waiting to find out more] My head is on fire and my nose is runny, but were it not for the kindness of the owner of 男の割, Koji Suzuki, I would not have had the strength to write this. Dramatic much? Wait until you hear the story, then judge. Over the last couple of days, you could say that I’d been enjoying myself a little bit too much. But who could blame me, my German had come to see me. Long distance relationships are hard, and they don’t get easier just because you’re married. Anyway, long story short, I found myself on the wrong side of Tuesday, (now feeling) sick, alone in my tiny apartment and with nothing in my fridge but broccoli and a rather generous bunch of mint leaves. I made a soothing tea with the mint, had the broccoli steamed with some rice, but before I could go out to restock my supplies, …

…avec de Chocolade…. Part 2

I was thwarted once…  My first attempt at a ‘Flourless Gluten Free Chocolate Cake’ was a disaster. And how could I have been victorious, with a drawn out name like that? What can I say? I expected too much from this recipe. In hindsight, I admit that I had put too much pressure on myself. I just wanted to have some more material for my channel. Lesson learned. Here’s take two. Tada! Its floppy. Its a little beat up. All the best things in life are. But I bet you a whole £5 (that’s all I’ve got to spare for now, I’m afraid), that this is the bestest chocolatiest cake you will ever try in your life. Big words for a little bird, you say? Well sir….The top is crispy, the inside is moist. It melts all that gooey chocolately loveliness into your mouth. And if you put it in the fridge, it magically transforms into a brownie. The fun never ends. Sure it takes a little more effort than its floured counterpart, but I promise …