Scrambling Eggs

Something unexpected has happened to me since I’ve been living in England. I’ve become a beer snob. Really, no one could be more surprised ...

Ah C'est bon vacance en France. How could it not be? Cocooned in a tiny medieval village in the Perigord region of Southwest France, it ...

They say you should never meet your heroes as they will only disappoint. But when I met Maggie Beer at an event at Australia House last week...

The other night I had a dream that two uniformed policemen came to the café to question me about my blag. "Do you mean my blog" , ...

Is it just me or does everyone have friends who don’t eat certain things because of allergies, intolerances, principles or just squeamishnes...

It's official, I read it in the Daily Mail (what can I say, customers leave copies in the café at Tom’s). The Mail fuelled global warmin...

The first time I saw Ina Garten (aka The Barefoot Contesa) on her cooking program I watched in horror as she flattened feminism with her ro...

Peering out my bedroom window this wintry morning I was greeted with a sky of grey. A lovely day for staying indoors and making chutney. Mos...

It was a scene like Brad and Janet’s fated drive in the Rocky Horror Picture Show when my sister and I took a wrong exit from the motorway o...

One weekend a month my sister and her family head off to Wiltshire where they stay in a cottage owned by their friend Duncan. Over the last ...