Potato Day.
There is just no getting around it: some days are potato days and that is all there is to it. All thoughts of Atkins this…
Month: February 2007
The Book Journal.
I read too much. I suspect it is getting in the way of having a life, or maybe, maybe, maybe, books are life… Are they?…
Love Your Washing Machine.
With alarming regularity, laundry day rolls around as surely as Christmas. No sooner have I put the last load of ironing away, do I find…
My Scrumptious Little Finn.
Well Matey, who’d have thought we’d have come this far? I’ve dragged you up by your curly locks and sent you out (to Nana’s horror)…
Falling Cloudberries.
"There are some things that don’t change much. I find the smell of a dish, or the way a certain spice is crushed, or just…
Recipes For Contentment.
Sunday mornings were created for leisurely Brocante breakfasts, decadent food served in courses, filling enough to last well into the afternoon… This morning here: pancakes…
