It’s a time for poppy seeds. This loaf, in particular springs to mind. One of the kick starts for this Croatian Makovnjaca came from my speakers and my soppy habit of listening to Simon and Garfunkel while I work. Yes, there were drops of rain (welcome to London in November). My thoughts were a little …
baking
This is not a household that often has leftovers. I should be grateful for that. I should be grateful that even when a recipe can feed four, it’s usually demolished that very night (I don’t call him The Hungry One for nothing). It leaves my tupperware at glorious loose ends. At the bottom of my …
This is a pie for those days when you just can’t make up your mind. You might be tossing up whether there is any point continuing to watch Breaking Bad (half a season in. It just seems a little… grim). You may be pondering what in the heck we’re going to do about the Eurozone. …
To the unborn Wriggler I’m writing this from the other side of an ocean on a pretty grey and cold day in London. Your night is my morning. I should really be working, but this song just came onto my itunes and it made me think about you. Before you arrive, I thought I …
I’ve made a terrible mistake. I missed something. Earlier in the week when I was shaking off some completely indulgent birthday blues by trying to account for the ten best things I ate in the last year, I skipped something. I’ll try and skirt past the emotional sloppiness. It was illogical and mad (particularly in …
