Posted at 5:29 pm
There’s barely been a moment to breathe these last four weeks. That fickle balance between boredom and being the busiest bee out and about is as elusive as ever. As a result sanity begins to slip by the wayside. You get snappy at the teensiest of issues, a special song makes you burst into tears out of the blue, and for the first time (apart from when you’ve been bedridden with illness) you sacrifice exercise for more sleep. Because you just can’t seem to get enough of it. We all have our tipping points and someone is teetering on the edge of theirs. But the safety rope is close by. The knots and weaves are different for everyone – those things, oft a combination of the peculiar and mundane – that keep you from fall face-first off the edge. Make it your mission to learn them. To draw on them when necessary. Continue reading
Posted at 9:49 pm
My grandmother is one of my ultimate cooking heroes. She’s up there with Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and Rachel Khoo. I cherish the memories of being a wee lass and sitting on the counter/kneeling on a chair/standing on tiptoes at the counter/wearing the new apron that we sewed (confession: I still wear it) helping her shape biscuits, sift dry ingredients, cream butter and sugar, and eventually doing the whole thing myself. Never pushy, never impatient, ever happy to answer the many mundane ‘why granny, why?’ questions, she was – and still is – the ideal culinary instructor. She’s been making these cheese scones for yonks, and for a person who isn’t the biggest fan of savoury scones these sure do okay. Actually, you know what, I’m going to go out on a limb and say they’re actually the bees knees. Continue reading
Posted at 8:00 pm
Food has an uncanny way of making everything better. It also has the ability to make things infinitely worse – you’ve had a shocker of a day then to top it off discover that you’ve run out of a crucial ingredient just before it’s gotta go in the oven/drop the whole thing on the floor/burn your mouth on it (one of the worst.food.crimes.ever). But, this post is not about the ‘incidents’ we’d rather forget. Let me explain how one unassuming scone turned my week around.
The first half of last week was a why-does-the-man-in-the-sky-hate-me-so-much kind of week. One that you look back on and cringe at how much you overreacted/ how self-absorbed/immature/shallow you were. So what did my ‘shocker’ of a week look like? Continue reading