The year seems to have flown. Spring has arrived – not with a vengeance, but rather with schizophrenia. The McGregor Food and Wine Festival approached.
It’s been an inordinately busy year in my “day” job, so I had not thought to participate. But then, as so often happens, a friend turned on the charming emotional blackmail: “We need you, darling! Come on, it’ll be fun…” … More A Hard Day’s Night
I have, for some years, made my own pasta but have not, since the early days, experimented with anything other than linguine. The results were disastrous, so discretion was the better part of valour. This time, following a visit to a local eatery and having chosen ravioli, I thought I should give it a bash, myself. Of … More Ravishing (almost) Ravioli
Being the child of parents who grew up in the Second World War is a mixed blessing. “Waste not, want not” is a consequent mantra. This, together with the Scottish tendency to watch the pennies, often leads me to thinking what I can do with something that’s past its sell-by date, and is (unless you hadn’t … More Waste not, want not – II