Sometime during my teenage years, Mum acquired a book called Lee Bailey’s Country Desserts. I’m not familiar with Bailey’s further contributions to the planet but this American cookbook encapsulated the simplicity of summer eating.
I love this curious cruciferous – mostly raw – but many don’t. Well you naysayers, this might just convert you. Continue reading
My old chum Sarah is half Dutch. At the start of each school term I looked forward to whatever exotic comestibles she’d bring back from visits to her motherland. I remember fondly stroopwaffels, chocolate letters given at Sinterklaas and a thick and rather moreish pea and frankfurter soup (opinion was divided on the latter)…
The BSG’s new kitchen is officially a pipe dream. I know exactly what it will look like, right down to the handles: copper bars. Trouble is, no one seems to make them. Thus, to save myself further disappointment – not to mention a great deal of money – I have decided to make them from bits of copper pipe, stop-ends and 90 degree elbows…
Since moving into our house and taking on its collection of handsome fireplaces, I have been waiting for an evening that calls for a fire glowing in the grate. Continue reading
These are very quick to make and are a bit more fun than doling out handfuls of sweets to each and every gremlin and ghoul that haunts your doorstep this evening. Visit the Party Times to see how I made them. Happy Halloween.
I’ll admit to having been rather rude in the past about this popular American staple, but I am now a convert. Perhaps the secret to this ‘special relationship’ is because they have looked after so many of my favourite people. Trick or treat? Try it and see…
You, Me and Little Pea 