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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At many tables in the following week across the world; this will play out. There’s a group coming around for dinner. It’s festive. Which means everyone should play nicely. In my past life, I spent two and a half years hunched in cold lecture theatres and over a laptop so I could get a …
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 …
My mother’s new house in the green flecked paddocks of Berry has an orchard. At my sister’s place, down a thin rough road baby chickens have just hatched. It’s spring in their fields. On the other side of the world the leaves on my stoop have turned. It’s amber and gold underfoot and the air …
Sometimes when I’m on my own I eat cherry tomatoes with a sprinkle of salt and a glass of pink wine for dinner. Sometimes I’m sensible, follow my own advice and turn to one of my ‘cooking for one’s recipes – most often the sea bass with green beans and burnt butter and almonds or …
