"Gin is very much a breakfast drink"

I’m upside-down. Next to me ShedLikesFood is also upside-down. She doesn’t seem surprised. Maybe she remembers getting on the roller coaster. The last thing I remember is being waist-high in seawater. We were on our arses and laughing because we couldn’t get up.

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Did you forget to send your World Gin Day cards?

It’s World Gin Day, a magical 24 hours when juniper-sniffing, booze-sodden dipsomaniacs can gather together to laugh, hug and weep out their affection for all things gin. I plan to spend the day in a bathtub of gin, [...]

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Behold, here’s cake

The milk keeps going off in my fridge. I could blame the fridge. Suggest it has a faulty dial that makes it run warm, or a loose seal that means the door quietly pops open in the middle of the night. Maybe it has ambitions to be [...]

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Literal comfort food

Once upon a time, a chicken pie healed my broken heart. It was in the middle of winter. The bleakest part of the year, when the long nights are tied up with tinsel. Like any sensible grown-up who’s watched their life leap enthusiastically off the rails and crash to [...]

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I piped icing. Actually piped icing. I must be serious

There are many ways to make friends in this world, and the most effective of them all is cake. You can try being open, kind, generous, honest, charming, witty, intelligent, wise or sharing a niche hobby like plotting world domination [...]

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One bottle of gin on my table, one bottle of gin

Summer is icumen in. Loud sing cuckoo! How do I know that summer is knocking at the turn-of-the-season door? There are three signs: 1) a trip to the seaside has been planned; 2) there is a lot of talk [...]

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Hot buttered buns. I make no jokes here

An abomination is occurring in my house every morning. An offence against nature and the natural order of things so terrible that I can’t stay silent any more. I have to stand up and raise my voice in protest. “No,” I cry. [...]

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Back off. This cake is all mine.

One of the best things I watched this year (and it will remain one of the best things I watch all year) was The Daughters of Jerusalem, one of the Father Brown mysteries brought to life in non-specific period [...]

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Pink cake

On Friday evening I sidled into a basement bar in Farringdon. My hat was low, my collar high, my demeanour shifty and in my hand I had a folded reusable shopping bag that I was prepared to use. I was there to meet my dealer. My rhubarb dealer.

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West country gin

The weather is normally a boon in the UK. It provides a useful conversational bridge between “hello” and “goodbye” and means we don’t have to turn up to parties drunk in order to come up with something interesting to say (although we do that any [...]

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