As the evenings get lighter, I pull on a jumper and spend as much time outdoors as I can, popping indoors only to put something on that will simmer down gently and eventually draw you in with some spicy, fragrant aromas as the afternoon takes on the evening chill.
I was the daughter who was most fascinated by the alchemy of cooking.
A sort of Paddy's Smorrebrod taking inspiration from its Danish namesake.
Growing up in England on Saint Patrick's Day we were allowed to ditch the drab, brown school uniform and dress in every shade of green. We were variously adorned with tricolour rosettes, green ribbons in our hair and wilting shamrock, which had barely survived the postage from our Granny in Ireland! I loved this day - as … Continue reading The Wearing of the Green….
I have a vivid memory of rhubarb from my childhood. I am sitting in a young friend’s garden on a summers day aged about eight years old and I am gnawing at large, tough, raw, green stems straight out of the ground and dipped occasionally in a cup of sugar stolen from the kitchen. Not … Continue reading Pretty in Pink