When my parents owned a vineyard for ten years it never ceased to amaze me how much they knew about wine. As much as they knew though there was always more to learn and I really envied that knowledge of a subject and the ability to keep learning. As I approach my fifties
It is easy to focus on the booze at Christmas, heck I am even doing a gin advent calendar. “Have we got dessert wine to go with the pudding?” “Is there enough fizz for breakfast?” “How many bottles of red wine do we need for the mulled wine on Christmas Eve?” It
Is a question that always makes me reply with a disclaimer first “well… I was born in London but I have lived all over the place”. I think my current home is my 18th, and between London and here there have been stints in Surrey, various other parts of London, the midlands and the
A slightly different Window Wednesday this week as I feature 24 windows rather than just one. Or are they doors? Who knows. What I do know is that the idea of making my own gin filled advent calendar is one I have had for a while. Every year, round about now I get tagged in
As soon as the lights are on all day my thoughts turn to comfort food. In the absence of being able to hug a hot water all day I turn instead to warming comforting foods. Those hot dinners that say “a hug from within”. I had actually forgotten about this recipe until I was
The story of a 14 year old cancer victim being cryogenically frozen has troubled me this week. Not for the story itself, though that does trouble me on many levels. The false hope this girl has believed may one day bring her back. What happens if by some medical miracle she is brought back to life?
Of course you do. Who doesn’t? And I say that as somebody who doesn’t even really like pizza. But on Friday last week a man called David made two pizzas in less than half an hour in my kitchen and then cooked each of them in less than five minutes in our garden. And
A NEW NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS They say that everybody has a book in them. That we all have a story to tell. For some people that book is still in their head. Or maybe hand written in pencil, as Dawn French does. Or maybe even typed out on sheets of paper that are then neatly stacked