Gnocchi on Heaven’s door
I may be the only person in our house that likes gnocchi. I’ll find out for sure on the weekend when I feed the ones left…
Go man, go.
I’ve been using a butternut squash as a doorstop for the past month now. The thought of peeling it is filling me with such a sense…
Meringue, M’Lord?
Although I firmly believe sugar to be the devil, I will occasionally find myself face down in a cake or suchlike. And when I say occasionally,…
Rice to the occasion
“I quite like them” said Noah after he’d eaten half an arancini and left the rest on the kitchen bench, wandering off to then hole…
Fancy a dip?
It’s not alchemy, but trying to turn base ingredients into the elusive gold perfection of a taste memory with nothing to work on but hearsay and…
Don’t throw those bloody spears at me.
I’m not sure how at the end of every day the house looks as if we’ve been running an army field kitchen, the laundry basket has…
Preservation order
I only preserve cucumbers so I can eat them immediately. Or pickle them, at least. After all, it’s not as if cucumbers are hard to come…
Fika time
The children are never far from an excuse to eat sweet things. So it seemed that a few days in a country where a national pastime…
The Modern Husband 