Sometimes I get quite homesick for London: the crowds, the culture, the buzz, the overwhelming diversity of amazing stuff to eat. But a trip to the Dorset or Hampshire countryside, just minutes from home, always puts me right. This time, … Continue reading
I know. It’s now the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness so I should be picking brambles. Instead I’m clinging to the scrag ends of summer and playing with peaches. But who can resist when these little babies are still … Continue reading
As an Australian, pavlova is supposed to have a special place in my food memory bank and make me all misty-eyed with nostalgia for home. I’m afraid it doesn’t. Dangling a pair of cherries over my ears as earrings, picking … Continue reading
