I had a Friday off a couple of weeks ago and, despite several hours trawling all the usual-suspect websites, failed to find anywhere that was available and affordable in any of the places I wanted to visit. So we had a staycation instead…
My husband always says that Saturday night is for ‘sloppy’ food. I only just realised what that means: essentially anything that a sensible person would buy from a takeaway.
We’ve recently had half term here and I’ve had a couple of days looking after my grandkids. It started me thinking, both about cooking with kids, and as a kid.
What are your top five kitchen utensils? A friend posted that on Facebook a while back. I was the first to reply, within about a minute, followed by all my friends virtually crowing that they knew I’d be the first.
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.