Apparently some people make their Christmas cakes three months ahead of time. I didn’t. To paraphrase the old music hall song, I dillied and dallied, I shillied and I shallied, but I finally got around to it this week.
If that strikes fear into your heart – ‘for crying out loud’, I hear you say, ‘it’s only November’ – don’t worry. You can make this at the last minute and it will still be lovely. Continue reading
After years working as a journalist and often covering the seamier side of life it is comforting and encouraging to discover afresh just how kind and generous people can be. Continue reading
I love foraging in the fields and hedgerows. There’s something really satisfactory about free food – free except for the quantities of sugar and/or vinegar and/or gin you need to make something tasty, anyway. Continue reading