I’m potty about pancakes and with Shrove Tuesday coming up it’s the perfect excuse to pig out. That’s what it was all about in the old days: the last chance to stuff yourself with gusset-busting goodies before the fasting and religious obligations of the penitential season of Lent.
So throw caution to the winds and break out the flour, eggs, milk, butter and sugar. You’ve got 40 days of Lent ahead of you to repent and atone. Continue reading →
I just can’t resist. My local supermarket seems to have fat juicy ducks on sale every time I go in and since I can get a whole bird for less than I can buy a couple of duck breasts, they go straight into my basket.
Back at Portly HQ, we have just picked and podded a bowl of new green peas from the garden, dug up some baby new potatoes so fresh you only have to scrub them to get their skins off, and beat the slugs to some home-grown strawberries for afters. I’m salivating just writing about it. Continue reading →