- Food & Drink
If you’d told me 17 months ago that starting this blog would one day result in me being sent a free bottle of gin, I would’ve laughed in your face and then punched you for putting such crazy, unachievable dreams into my head. Who’d be foolish enough to send me […]Continue Reading →
Mr B’s mum has been picking sloes from the frozen hedgerows of The North and he phoned me up to offer me some for sloe gin making. Ever gracious, I accepted, saying: “Thank you, are you making sloe gin?”
“Yes,” said Mr B.
“The we should have a sloe gin making […]Continue Reading →
2 weeks ago some swine, some low, creeping snake, some gutter dwelling rotter crept into my flat and stole my laptop. My beautiful, lovely laptop all covered in flour and butter and with its keys all stuck down with jam. S/he ran off with it and left me […]Continue Reading →
I was welcomed back to London in many and various ways. Dinner and drinks, drinks and dinner, sometimes drinks and no dinner (but never just dinner). My startled liver, who’d got used to processing sludgy tannic tea and the occasional glass of sprightly lemonade, found itself going full […]Continue Reading →
In a change from telling you all about the fascinating things I’ve done today, here’s a post about what I’ve drunk today. And surprise, surprise, it’s gin. But instead of a sturdy, stiff-upper-lip-and-sodomy English gin, I’ve gone native and I’m sipping on a wild, romantic and really quite talkative Irish […]Continue Reading →
A break from the Ballymaloe transmissions and a welcome return to the world of gin. There’s nothing like the peaceful calm and tranquil quietude of the countryside to make you turn to drink. If it wasn’t for the pub and the possibility of inappropriate sex with a fellow student (or better […]Continue Reading →
I have drunk all the whisky and still I have a cold. I wake up with mucussy snorts, snuffling in bedsheets damp from a night’s feverish sweats. I spend my days glowing with the fuzzy warmth that only a busy virus can generate. I go to […]Continue Reading →
The year’s funeral is upon us and we’re a few hours away from dancing on its grave in a glittery novelty hat. It’s time to get maudlin and sentimental, remembering the year in all its glories and skating over the disappointments with a defiant, slightly threatening look.
Setting […]Continue Reading →
My name is Jassy Davis and I'm a freelance food writer, recipe developer and food stylist. I write for magazines, websites and I'm the co-author of The Contented Calf Cookbook.
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