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Easter was early this year, and so was the wild garlic. Thick-leaved clumps of it have sprouted up and all the parks have their secret patches. I haven’t gone out picking it this year because Danny’s garden is nothing but wild garlic, and he is keen to find homes for this stinking, […]Continue Reading →
There were two black-spotted bananas in the office fruit bowl. They had that sagging look. The kind that means the skin is ready to fall off and the banana is humming with sugar. I felt sorry for them, those poor forgotten bananas. So, in the spirit of no banana being left behind, I […]Continue Reading →
I met Chris in a pub an hour or so before we were due at ROKA. We sat at a dirty table in unforgiving light, drank American beer and talked about global warming. In that kind of environment, a sense of fatalistic nihilism is inevitable. We wondered which countries would sink, and how far north we’d […]Continue Reading →
We always ate fish on Good Friday. Mostly in the form of fish pies, although a few goujons and beer-battered fillets also appeared on the table as the years ran along. I was in my 20s when I found out why we ate fish on Good Friday: we were fasting. If eating breakfast […]Continue Reading →
When I think of Easter, I think of Greek food. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s the way the weather is warming up. That first hazy hint of sunshine that sends my mind southwards, towards the Aegean. To blue skies, blue seas, lamb roasted with oregano, spinach pie and feta crumbled […]Continue Reading →
It has been a while since I did a gin tasting. I’d like to claim this is down to me embracing a more sober, healthy lifestyle. One that sees me knocking back the soda water, choosing early nights, morning workouts and coconut oil. But it isn’t. It’s because no one has sent […]Continue Reading →
On February 29, 2016 By ginandcrumpets
Funny how, as a grown-up, jelly disappears from your diet. You couldn’t have a party without bowls of jelly and ice cream when I was little. Our school always had square plastic dishes of jelly on the lunch menu, topped with fake cream and diamond shaped sweets. And we ate it after dinner […]Continue Reading →
There was a time when I always knew what we were going to eat for dinner. That time was when my mum was in charge. Sunday was a roast, obviously. If it had been a roast chicken, then there would be chicken soup and dumplings on Monday. Wednesday was cod in parsley […]Continue Reading →
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