Routine is an unexpected comfort in life. The way the downstairs neighbour’s dog barks as soon as the postman rounds the corner. How the kettle rumbles in a low baritone just seconds before the boil and that two teaspoons of sugar go in one cup and two teaspoons of coffee go in both to transform bleary…
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…
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…
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…