Oh spring, where have you gone? Just this week, after a particularly miserable Wednesday in more ways than one, a magnificent Thursday followed all at once. Bright blue skies were matched by a soft breeze and Aberdeen’s granite cast pools of cold shadows on the pavement. I was dashing around this wonderful city in the…
I once wrote in an essay that I thought a certain journalism subject was vanilla. What the what? Seriously? Did I actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) to describe something I meant to call dull vanilla? My post university self is kicking my coffee-addled 3am brain from two years ago, whilst licking…
Why the frick do you all recoil in horror when I mention a courgette cake? I mean seriously, you eat carrot cake with all the zest of a sponge-addicted fiend. Rhubarb crumble by the forkful – yes it’s (largely considered to be) a vegetable. I’ve even discussed the merits of adding baked beetroot to brownies…
There is a paper bag. A hand opens it up, pursed like a pair of lips that seem eager to devour the delicious contents it is about to be filled with. “What will it be?” Hands are pressed against the faux-glass plastic that sits between you and the cookies. Scanning your eyes across the flavours,…