All that planning and preparation and it’s over! I know I can hardly believe it although my liver and waistline are reminding me otherwise. Those delicious handmade chocolates by mandy are partly to blame!
The Christmas veg was (of course) superb……
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Oh Fig…..
I have been a right miserable cow this week. A nightmare to live with – Paul I hold my hands up and admit it.
Now the reason for this ongoing mood is pretty pathetic – I’m an arm down as I have had a carpal tunnel op. But, in my defence this house is a foot down and a chicken down too. Let me explain.
Printing birthday kisses
The courgettes that are the size of marrows say it all – an extreme lack of gardening. A big storm, sunshine but a drop in temperature. A couple of cool crisp refreshing mornings which personally I like a lot. Winnie seems to agree and had been running laps around the garden relishing a breath of cooler air.
The Art of Eating. (Or, what living with a French boy has taught me about food.) Part One.
Well, the garden is giving grandly of it’s bounty, the terrace kitchen is up and running and we’ve got a bit of a gap before preserving season really kicks in. So I thought it might be the moment to play the grasshopper for just a little longer, and begin what I hope will be an intermittent series about the French and their passionate relationship with oral satisfaction Continue reading The Art of Eating. (Or, what living with a French boy has taught me about food.) Part One.
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