Having read my last blog post, a friend said that if they were Lanzarote they would feel hurt, which made me feel sad for the poor, bleak little island. The truth is that I had a brilliant holiday with my family, it's just the landscape was...
I can't say that I love Lanzarote. I find this volcanic and barren landscape oppressiveBut the people are sweet. And you have to admire their perserverence when it comes to wine, because it can't be easy growing anything here. They produce wine in the region...
...Is a really good ideaMy mate Mike's girlfriend organized a surprise birthday brunch for him last weekend and we had a brilliant afternoonThere are three brunch options - an English one, a continental one and a massive one. We had the continental, with the addition...
Last year, a tradition started - though to be fair, the Japanese have been doing it for centuries - of a picnic under the cherry blossoms. Then, we bought lots of lovely things from the deli next to Victoria Park and drank sangria. This time I...
I was killing some time in an Asian supermarket yesterday, and came across some pretty purple leaves called "red amaranth". Luckily, there was a description of what to do with them - the Chinese use red amaranth as a vegetable in stir-fries, whereas the Vietnamese...
I think I may have the best family in the world. OK, so my parents used to forget to pick me up from school, argue constantly and have some consistency issues, but they sure are making up for it now that we are all grown...
Last week I understood why funerals were invented. For me it wasn't about saying goodbye, because my gran wasn't there anymore and I was lucky enough to be able to do that a few weeks ago. This is a time to show respect for the...
I don't mean to be big-headed, but I have, through sheer coincidence, stumbled upon genius hereI have a habit of clearing out the fridge before I go anywhere and so I was doing this last night before I set off for my gran's funeral, and I discovered some...
This past month has been one of the hardest in my life. Not in a horrible, traumatic way (see when I was breaking up with my ex two years ago), but in a natural, growing kind of a way. Of course, there have been times...
I would love to tell you about the dinner of Polish tapas (przekaski) I made on Friday night, the little potato cakes, spicy beetroot salad and Polish cauliflower in breadcrumbs, the vodka poached pears which set the pan on fire and Tommy bravely blew out...