Dear New York What is it about you that intrigues me so much? Is it yellow streaks of taxis and crammed sidewalks and the abruptness of walk/don’t walk? Is it the tall buildings and skyscrapers from which to look out from observation decks, only to find a bright green postage stamp of grass in the…
Rice crispy treats are so easy, I thought to myself early on Saturday morning. The kettle was humming away to make my second coffee of the day as I stood dressed in a borrowed iPad tshirt and PJ shorts, scribbling down ingredient measurements and adjusting the blinds so that morning light saturated the living room….
I’m not really one to delight in picking out a cupcake from behind a glass counter, peeling back the paper case and nibbling at the hidden fairy cake beneath it, only to inevitably smear a thick sugar cloud of buttercream on my nose. As C can attest at my behaviour in Paris, I would be…
I am not ashamed to say that I enjoy Valentine’s Day. It is probably the only holiday that has people furiously writing think pieces on the consumerism of it all whilst others sip sparkling pink champagne and watch romantic comedies. There are those swept up in bunches of blushing pink tulips in brown paper, cards…