We’re a week away from the start of this year’s Reading Festival. I would say Reading is conflicted rather than divided over the festival. Of course, there are people who just hate it. But most I suspect are like me: it’s a toss-up between the excitement of seeing our town transform for a few days,…
Meet Blinky, Snowy and Sunshine – three fat crochet owls. Easy to make, ideal beginner project, free pattern.
In which meat-free Monday gives me an excuse to browse cookery books and websites, and find new recipes to try.
My daughter is cross with me. She asked how I make BBQ sauce and apparently I did not give a satisfactory answer.
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…