Grace
and I were making our way through the supermarket when I spotted the most
vibrantly green mound of fresh broccoli I'd ever seen. I greedily filled a bag
with the broccoli and then somehow managed to wrestle it from her tightly
gripped little hands with no tears. The sound of plastic bags fascinates her,
I'm still trying to understand why.
29.4.13
22.4.13
Lemon thyme roasted chicken & quinoa with greens and almond pesto
I love this
time of year. The crisp air of autumn
has arrived bringing with it snugly mornings, clear blue skies and the distinct
need to cook nourishing cosy foods every day.
I’m not sure what I adore more, the changing of seasons or the rituals
that surround them. When the temperature
starts to drop and the market is full of apples, pears and oranges I love to
signal the seasonal change by pulling out the cashmere throws, retrieving my
mighty pots and pans ready for some braising and slow cooking and dotting the
house with vanilla cinnamon spiced candles.
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