Scrambling Eggs

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...

Happy birthday Evie, love Aunty Shelagh

Could it be that the cold weather and bad coffee is starting to get to me? For some reason I felt a little homesick and even stirrings of pa...

I have a theory about christmas and the tendancy to over indulge. Because most of the food we associate with christmas only makes an appeara...

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...

Part 1: Notting Hill Since I arrived in London I’ve been a little hobo with no fixed address –waiting to see where the café will be before f...