“Blegh,” I mumbled through a mouthful of soft, garlicky braised kale. “Who wants to eat cold, raw veg in the dead of winter?” Across the table, the Man nodded his head ponderously in… Continue reading
This weather triggers three things: 1. introversion 2. plaintive songwriting 3. the visceral urge to make sticky toffee pudding thrice weekly. How is winter pushing your buttons?
It was just another Wednesday night around these parts. No turkey and no brine bath. No pies in the oven. No bread proofing. Instead of being jampacked with sweet potato ring and wild… Continue reading