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. …
In the kitchen
So, it seems we’ve graduated to sprouts. In the scheme of ‘Forty weeks of feasting’ (and yes, for those who missed it, there’s an even hungrier one on the way), we’ve moved past the diminutive stages of seeds and pulses, grapes and dates. Now it appears that I’m harbouring a sprout and it’s now …
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 …
There are dishes that stain your memories; that tag along with your thoughts like a nagging toddler. This is about one of them. Based on some bogus science I would hazard a guess that for every 24 chicken dinners that prove beige and forgettable, there’s one that will sing. I’m thinking about chicken a bit …
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 …
