Cool as a cucumber

My father loved soup.  He would eat virtually any soup, from a consommé (hot or cold) to a Scotch Broth.  As a child, I hated soup and every winter, my mother made it by the gallon;  it was always a vegetable soup with one or other bone flung in.  Occasionally (very occasionally), and when they … More Cool as a cucumber

Veg-ing out

I have flirted with vegetarianism on and off for about thirty years, particularly when I lived alone – which I have done, not unhappily, on and off, until I finally settled down with Tom.   One of the first, if not the first, recipe book I bought, was the A – Z of Vegetarian Cooking in … More Veg-ing out