First things first, there are two things to note about my radio silence– I didn’t get blogger burnout and I didn’t fall off a cliff. Instead, I’ve spent the last month exploring Barcelona in search of the perfect croquettes, fallen in love all over again for real traditional piri piri in Portugal and danced away the…
Some may say that there is a certain element of sadness in a single stack of pancakes. Breakfast, or at least the Sunday variety, is often accompanied by endless chatter or in fact none at all – solitude shared with another as you pour over different sections of the paper. Brunch appears to be an exceptionally…
I am really excited to share this recipe with you today. Not just because its two years since my very first post, but because of the lightbulb moment that went off in my mind as I devoured this bowl of rice pudding, standing by a window dressed in flannel tartan jim jams in between large…
I am a summer baby. I was born in the midst of a heatwave in July 1990 and despite the sunshine, my mother apparently insisted I was brought home swaddled in a blanket. Ever since then I have craved the sunshine months, of which there are far and few between in Scotland, especially up north…