Like many adults in a relationship, I struggle to feed myself when I am on my own. When my partner is away, it takes very little for me to go…
We're ok messing with other people's food; we're unhappy if someone messes with our food. And as much as Italians are culprit of this, remember when the Brits kicked off because Americans though they had invented the sausage roll? So today I am going to mess with my own food.
October is a strange month. The vivid, bright colours of summer seem to fade like an old picture, memories of warmth and drinks in the park melting away like the last…
