Do not despair, as all good things (and all not-good things too, depending which category you place this column) must end. If only the producers of Killing Eve and the organisers of the annual Dalston Show Scarecrow Competition would learn from this. I’d much rather be a Fleabag than a Suits.
Two of my close friends don’t like cheese. Heresy. To me, it is no less than one of the pillars of the earth
“While, in the immortal words of Bella Swan, I’d never given much thought to how I’d die, I think if I was the chicken destined for my coq au vin, to be cloaked in butter and drowned in wine seems like a good way to go”
Until recently, I had never made an upside-down cake before. Probably, as I didn’t study food-tech in the 70s.
“I can’t imagine any other city in England (except The Other Place) where one of the pinnacles of the social calendar is young lads singing Latin from the top of a tower”
I am embarrassed to say that in the social hierarchy that is our household, the hens sit proudly at the top, even beating the wilful dog to the head of the pecking order.
“This week, having managed the task of manoeuvring the outdoor dining set from its confines of the garage to the garden patio, I’m sharing lunchtime recipes to transform your garden or balcony into an al fresco experience.”
“This week I will take you on a bit of a magical mystery tour through my baking ancestry in the hope that you might ring your own relatives and see if they have any recipes or stories to share.”
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth, ‘I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud’ Spring has finally sprung in Cumbria, and just in Read More…
“This new found freedom has given me the chance to experience something completely revolutionary- breakfast with flavour. Something only worthy of continental holidays, surely?”