It’s been the winter of soup for us. Most weekends have found me in the kitchen at some point, throwing vegetables into a large pot of boiling stock. No recipe most of the time, just faith in my knowledge of flavours and methods, and inspiration drawn… Read More
So it’s been a little quiet on the blog for the last couple of months. My usual excuses for a blogging-hiatus run on the predictable theme of work/life overload, but in this case, I am pleased to say that I have been otherwise occupied with a… Read More
Saturday mornings always meant soup during the winters of my childhood. Mum would get the pot boiling early, using bowls of split peas that had been soaking overnight, huge pumpkins that practically required an axe to split and tear-inducing onions that misted up her glasses. She… Read More
Let me first talk about Date Night. Although it’s a common enough term, “dating” has always seemed a distinctly American concept to me. Maybe that’s because I started “dating” Colin so long ago, when I was a mere teenager. In that time and place the… Read More
Chez Moi 