There are good weeks and there are bad weeks. I had such high hopes for this week of plums. And so, from a poppy seed to the size of soft fruit, I’m now harbouring something inside big enough to build a little cubby for itself and hopefully strong enough to not worry about every day. …
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I’ve been thinking a bit about simplifying. It might have been prompted by the fact that there are four tops and two pairs of shoes in my suitcase that I haven’t worn once on this five week jaunt (hola from Peru). And don’t even get me started on all the earrings I haven’t bothered to …
Boiling bunnies. There’s not a phrase that conjures good things. If you’ve been far too traumatised from when you saw the VHS of Fatal Attraction from behind the couch when you were supposed to be in bed, this recipe might not be for you. If you still harbour a fierce crush on Peter or Flopsy, …
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 …
‘White Truffles in Winter’; that sounds like a book I’d like. A bit of historical fiction, laced with food anecdotes? Why yes, this is exactly the sort of thingI want to take with me on a long flight, or to the couch with a pot of tea on a day when it’s too grey …
