I’ve been thinking about packing the garden up for winter. The tomatoes are long gone, the sad little courgette harvest is finished, the runner beans still have lots of leaves but no more likelihood of pods. Only a few apples remain on the tree. But there’s still plenty to look forward to.
Here is one fact about universities that you won’t read in the papers: they run on free food. Biscotti are the solution.
This year has seen an especially good crop on both apple and pear trees… I am fast running out of preserving jars, ideas and energy.
I was at the checkout in Tesco at 9.15am yesterday with a 1.5l bottle of gin. I wasn’t even embarrassed. Okay, I was a bit embarrassed.
Husband, Daughter No.2 and I battled our way through the drizzle to the Serpentine Gallery for Grayson Perry’s modestly titled The Most Popular Art Exhibition Ever!
A not-altogether-successful break in what is possibly the most middle-class seaside town ever…
I have a serious croqueta habit, and this is still lazier than flying to Spain to satisfy it.
It’s the middle of the summer harvest season, and we’re eating something from the garden with every meal.
We’ve just returned from a short visit to Madrid, and I’m in love – with this noisy, beautiful, glorious, delicious city…
I don’t usually follow published patterns strictly when I’m knitting, crocheting or sewing… and this is why.
A couple of weeks back there was panic in the kitchens of North London over a houmous shortage. Well, emergency over…
In my little vegetable plot there are bright green shoots that promise delicious fresh things to eat. If I can keep the slugs, snails, blackfly, caterpillars, pigeons, squirrels, and cats-in-search-of-a-giant-litter-box off them, that is.