Multitasking. It’s a funny sort of thing. Perhaps it’s hard wired into the X chromosome. The ability to remember we need milk for breakfast, birthdays, devise and source suitable presents, organise council tax, and print out exact paperwork for visas and boarding passes before shuffling ourselves to the panoply of medical appointments that come with …
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Those who have read the blog for a while now will be well acquainted with the oatmeal squares that frame each photo. They’re bland, boring… safe. For those who haven’t guessed, it’s not a speciality prop from my extensive supply; it’s the the carpet adjacent to the window; up here in our castle in the …
‘Do you have something morally against carbs?’ This was a question posed to me on twitter the other day after I’d posted on instagram some of my meals. I’d originally been posting photos tagged as from a ‘no carb prison’. Over time it’s softened to just a no carb place. The fact is, I have …
A third of the way into my grandmother’s hand written recipe book, sandwiched between the ingredients for Sharp Lemon pickle and Seville Orange Marmalade are six drafted menus. Each menu is allocated to a month and they progress from June to November. There is little there to carry through the hunger gap of winter. These …
Pulses are good for many things, chief among them their ability to help you find your balance again. Two hours ago I was squashed on a flight from St Petersburg to London. This was what they served us for ‘breakfast’. Two stumpy, flabby berliner sausages and some powdery wedges of potato. Because I was starving …
