Well, well, I’m actually typing this at the kitchen table in Pennyworth Cottage in Ballymaloe Cookery School.
For years, I’ve said that the first thing I’d do if I won the Lotto/when I retired, was the 12 week cookery course in Ballymaloe. I don’t know how it happened but it was a little like Babe: ‘Farmer Hoggett knew that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored. For in them, lie the seeds of destiny‘. Continue reading “The Bear goes to Ballymaloe!”