the Nest
While indeed it was always called Spotted Dog in some parts, Spotted Dick has been downgraded to its considerably more flaccid counterpart everywhere else. We are no longer allowed to mention its real name as it is deemed rude. How sad. Because its real name inspires more than a little …
It’s that time of year again, Crumble Season. Whilst a fruit crumble is welcome any time of the year, once the blackberries ripen, it’s obligatory! This year, we had a nice little crop of plums, apples, and blackberries; our first crumble with fruits entirely grown in our garden since we …
(I mentioned this briefly here, but was asked for more photos; so being the obliging human I am, here you go!) A …
For many years now, thoughts of escaping to the Guesthouse in Glenstal Abbey have crept into my mind, like a wispy filament …
Last year (Or was it? maybe the year before) as I was approaching my fortieth year, there was a lot of change …
The other night, a most bizarre thing happened: I had a yen for dates (of the edible kind, but y’know, being the …
January disappeared on me, and then, guess what? So did February. I’m now facing into March feeling a bit like Rip Van …
About three weeks before Christmas last year (just before the annual epic sugar binge), I gave up sugar. I had been thinking …
I know, don’t collapse in shock. I’m back. Millions of half written blogposts in my head, even a few consigned to the …
I am so behind this year, I’m making myself wince. (And don’t remind me that I haven’t blogged in MONTHS. I know, …
