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…
It’s a ubiquitous summer combination. Much like barbeques and sudden onsets of drizzle, suncream and sand, and jugs of sangria peppered with canned fruit cocktail, strawberries and cream are the essence of summer. Pools of thick double cream poured over Britain’s finest berries, made all the better with a good balance of sunshine and rain…
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…
There is this silent, yet omnipresent fear within each blogger that threatens our very existence in this online world – the day blogger burnout arrives. It swoops in slowly, the recipes starting to sink like stones, the photographs blurred and flat and soon progresses to words that wont flow from your fingertips. In many ways,…