Thirteen year old Rebecca Shaw is missing in the hills of middle England. But this novel is not about Rebecca, nor about the parents left behind, but rather about a whole village. And life moves on in the village, with or without Rebecca. Shops open and close, relationships start and finish, the farm has a good year or a bad one. Continue reading “Reservoir 13-Jon McGregor”
Mr. WB had been keen to get his hands on a crab for quite a while, and where better than Ballycotton Sea Food in the English Market to oblige. I was going to make crab linguine, thus enabling me to try out my birthday present of a very swanky Imperia pasta machine. Continue reading “Feeling Crabby”
With an almost unheard of two months of solid sunshine, I just haven’t been eating hot food recently. It’s just too hot for my regular stir fry dinner, so it’s been salad for lunch….and salad for dinner. Continue reading “Salad Days”
So, you may have started growing in your garden/allotment, only to be surprised at how much you’ve ended up with! Or maybe you’re just thinking, ‘Oh, X is in season…but what do I do with it?’. Well, in our second allotment year, and with 12 weeks at Ballymaloe Cookery School behind me, I’d want to know what to do with all those delicious raw ingredients. Follow me through the seasons to find out. Continue reading “What to do with all those….strawberries”
Sometimes, things don’t go quite as you planned. It was a quiet day at the allotment, Francis was sunning himself in a bucket, while his neglectful parents went for ‘a turn about the garden’ and got held up helping a bird trapped in netting.
On returning, no Francis. Following further sleuthing by Mr. WB, one guilty dog and rescue operation later…. so hospital admission for poor Francis. He’s still smiling though!
So far, the theatre adaptation of Louise O’Neill’s ‘Asking for It‘ has been gathering positive reviews, bordering on gushing, from media and audience alike. I’m beginning to think I’m the only one who might not fully agree. Continue reading “‘Asking for It’- Everyman Theatre”
Some things are just deceptively simple. I had a very lazy ‘cooking afternoon’ last Wednesday, but still turned out plates of both crackers and florentines. Both recipes involved little more than weigh, stir and spread before baking.
The Swedish Seed Crackers are somewhat addictive (might be my love all things edibly seed-y, or the little bit of added salt). Continue reading “Stirring it up”
‘ Are there not little chapters in everybody’s life, that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of the history?’
Indeed Mr. Thackeray, indeed.
‘Vanity Fair’ is the best known of Thackeray’s works, none of which I had previously read. The book follows the fate of two friends, privileged Amelia Sedley, and Rebecca Sharp, of more humble origins, as they graduate from Miss Pinkerton’s Academy for Young Ladies to make their way in the world. Or rather, to have the world and their futures arranged for them, as was more the custom in the 1830s. Continue reading “Vanity Fair-William Thackeray”
I can’t remember the first time I ate a bagel. I probably felt very exotic & American! I had ample opportunity to indulge in ‘proper’ bagels during my J1 summer in Boston, but since becoming a coeliac, it hasn’t been quite the same.
Perhaps I should just accept that you can’t replicate everything in gluten-free form, and look at all the things I can eat instead of focusing on my restrictions. However, learning to make oodles of different breads at Ballymaloe made me rather stubborn and determined that anything you can eat, I can bake and eat without gluten. Continue reading “Oh boy oh bagel”
Wally Lamb, I’m disappointed. I read ‘I Know This Much Is True’ a year or two ago, and once again raided my mother’s bookshelves to start ‘The Hour I First Believed’, a big heft of a book. Opening with the Columbine school shooting, it follows the (fictional) aftermath for Caelum Quirk and his wife Maureen. Continue reading “The Hour I First Believed- Wally Lamb”