What’s good for the goose..

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six geese a laying, five gold rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree…

Boxing Day has arrived, Christmas is technically over and we are left wondering what all that fuss and gluttony was really about.

I ate so much yesterday, my elasticated jogging bottoms feel tight and there is still a small mountain of turkey to get through today. Continue reading

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Mini Toad in the Holes

Some people have called me a food snob and said that my rules are often contradictory; sweetcorn will never make my plate, yet baby corn is a stir fry favourite. Perhaps it is the child in me that dislikes the adult version or maybe my tastes are just very refined.

Another odd peculiarity is my dislike for battered sausages, the old chip shop darling. A battered sausage of this type will never cross my lips – it sounds a bit too violent or greasy for my food sensibilities – but I wouldn’t say no to Toad in The Hole. Continue reading