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…
It wasn’t until I was feeding cold butter through my fingertips to make the crumble to top this pie that I realised how truly wintery a green apple could be. In the corner of the worksurface where I stood, a pile of granny smiths and braeburns were peeled and sliced, a pool of syrupy sugar…
So it turns out I have a real thing for Christmas trees. As a kid, the branches stored in their separate bin bags for our fake tree alongside our decorations and boxes of momentos only came up from the basement around mid-December. I always felt like it was far too late in the month to…
Much like a magpie, pretty shiny things capture my attention with a silly amount of ease. Shamefully, festive-themed coffee cups, pajamas dotted with reindeer and candles scented with cinnamon, ginger and winter berry end up in my arms quicker than you can say “a toffee nut latte please”. I think that’s probably why I love…