White Bolognaise

I understand now why the  UN counts sleep deprivation as a form of torture.

I have seen its inky depths up close and I have named it. It was during one pitch of a night when I first saw the clock trace its way past every number, when my hand had long ago learned how to  stretch and click the light on in one swift motion that I first dubbed it.

To start with it seemed my much-loved son was living up to his father’s legacy.  He may have arrived as a considerate size, but genetics can be a curse as much as a blessing. And I don’t call my husband The …

Pimms Summer Berry Pudding

Pimms Summer Berry Pudding

There’s such sweetness in the spectre of a proper British summer. And it’s one that I’m very sorry to have missed. These double decker buses and Beefeaters are about as close as I’m getting to London right now.

When it comes to the warmer months I have been blousily spoiled by scorching specimens of my Australian youth. On those down under days the bitumen can  bite and burn your feet, and 15 minutes without the shelter of a wide brim hat will leave a nose raw and peeling for days. Feasting is often confined to fat frozen wedges of watermelon- about the only thing you can face when the mercury angrily …

Pink Grapefruit, Lemon and Poppyseed Cake

This is a cake that brings good things in its wake. I realise there’s been a lot of cake up here lately. My apologies. There’s also been a bit of baby chat to wade through. It’s easy to get distracted by things like that.

So for now,  I’m going to do this thing upside down. If what you’re after is merely a spiel about the merits of this cake and a bit of general whimsy; read the next few paragraphs and then skip to the bottom for a recipe. If you’re not completely saturated with the minutiae of life ferrying a brand new being into the world, then read on.

This journey …