Coffee mornings
Oh, Saturday morning. Isn’t today the big day? Big plans, plenty to do? Action packed places to go, people to see? After a very solid …
Oh, Saturday morning. Isn’t today the big day? Big plans, plenty to do? Action packed places to go, people to see? After a very solid …
End of the day, end of the week, it’s pizza time. We come home from work, and in our kitchen laboratory we create food together. …
Fresh new potatoes lovingly dug from my father-in-law’s garden. Fresh mint from our garden. Rinsed in beautiful (and bountiful) sparkling tap water. Gently simmered in …
Work is love made visible. Khalil Gibran “I’ve got chicken pox!!!!!” announced my 15 year old nephew, Stefan, on his Facebook status. As I read these words …
Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …
I prefer to regard a dessert as I would imagine the perfect woman: subtle, a little bittersweet, not blowsy and extrovert. Delicately made …
All art is autobiographical; the pearl is the oyster’s autobiography. — Federico Fellini I find the micro jewels exposed when I cut open fruit and vegetables …
When I first got my hands on a video camera I filmed Mum making scones. My first documentary. Using a clumsy huge camera, no lights, …
Mmmm-mmm — Chilean guavas. I love fruit, and I’ve always had a particular attraction exotic fruit. As kids Mum would never buy us fireworks for …
High drama on the back lawn early this morning. A hen blackbird had somehow managed to land a rather large earthworm. And like the rest …
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