I don’t drink fizzy pop but I do love iced tea in hot weather. It’s taken me years though to work out how to make it. The problem is that we don’t traditionally drink a lot of iced tea in the UK, so all the instructions I found were American. And American tea bags are…
This is supposed to be a blog about making things easy, and gardening in the UK has not been easy for anyone this year.
The ice cream van never stops here. It whizzes past, breaking my heart by singing its siren song to the houses behind us.
When it’s as hot as it’s been recently, I crave gazpacho. This means confronting a few problems.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you say “Nice dress!” to a woman wearing a dress with pockets, she must put her hands in them and swing the dress about saying, “Thank you! Look – pockets!” This is the Pocket Frock Law.
I had complaints that my recipe for chicken pie wasn’t easy enough. So here’s one no-one can complain about, and no boring preamble either.
In our house, chicken pie is not just a tasty dinner. It is the site of a complex culinary war over the supremacy of childhood memories.
We turned off the road before the sign for Great Dixter for years. But today, we took the other road and found a place of garden magic…
Thoughts on the best way to spend a single day at Dungeness…
Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention. Never is this more the case than when you have succumbed to those beautiful, scented, (and crucially) HUGE bunches of herbs in the Asian grocers.
I decided that this year I’d make more of an effort to see people in real life, not just on social media. Apparently that’s easier said than done.
First I discovered we’d run out of strawberry jam, two months before peak strawberry season. Then Tesco mysteriously started selling large jam-making-sized boxes of strawberries. Jam-making it is, then.