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7 Links: The Most Beautiful, Helpful and ‘Downright’ Controversial!

The first ’7 links’ I read was Lyndsey’s of The Tiny Skillet a few weeks ago and I loved it. It made so much sense to trawl through the blog archives and select 7 posts for 7 different reasons. And so when Steve, the ‘Oui Chef’ tagged me I was thrilled – finally it gave me a chance to share ‘my post’ which didn’t get the attention it deserved…but you’ll have to wait for it.

According to Tripbase who’ve kicked this off,

The goal is

To unite bloggers (from all sectors) in a joint endeavor to share lessons learned and create a bank of long but not forgotten blog posts that deserve to see the light of day again.

The rules

1) Blogger is nominated to take part

2) Blogger publishes his/her 7 links on his/her blog – 1 link for each category.

Here it goes…..

Raymond Blanc’s Tomato Essence (Only Partly Daring Cooks)

We fell into bed just after 8pm in Bedroom 2 of our transit house, exhausted by the day’s events. While the day was not dotted with drama, it had been a long one for us all – the first day of school for the three children, and the first time in all the schooling years that I wouldn’t be the one to see them off on Day one, some with streams of tears, holding on to Mama’s skirt and saying ‘I want to go home with you Mama’. Papa instead had the sole honours.

My Favourite Things – Nigeria and Beyond

One man’s goodbye is another one’s hello. This month, my favorite things span two continents, thousands of miles apart, but places I’ve called home, back to back. I pay tribute… to the discoveries I made in the last hours of our stay in the Netherlands and share some of the things I love about Nigeria.

The Bankastraat

The thought of a favorite street in the world had never really crossed my mind till I happened upon the quaint, gorgeousness that is the Bankastraat, in the heart of The Hague. Of course I’ve admired Paris’s Champs Elysee numerous times, enamored by the street cafes, its chairs peppered with tourists staring out on the world. I was enamored with Barcelona’s avinguda Diagonal, glistening with glass windows and lined with trees. But when I first walked down the Bankastraat, minutes from my office ( a street whose existence I was completely oblivious to) and led by M of My Kitchen Diaries, I fell in love.