First thing this morning, seeking to identify ingredients which'd contribute to this evenings culinary masterpiece, I undertook an impulsive audit of refrigerator items. Among these comestibles were half a bottle of coke, a half bottle of Pinot Grigio, three-quarters of a lemon, along two cheeses that'd seen better days..... Although, I suspect those better days... Continue Reading →
¿Qué zona de confort?
I've just returned from a round trip to Cheshire, picking up my mother from her Christmas hiatus at my sisters home. Bringing back the matriarch home to West Yorkshire, ending my few angst-free days of solitude. Mater (Maggie) was in fine spirits on the journey home, her yuletide spent in the company of my youngest... Continue Reading →