Tag Archives: Teatime

Mother and the addict(s)

Hello. I’m Famale. I’m addicted to basil. It’s true. I just can’t get enough, just can’t get enough. My Italian family had rows and rows of basil which grew outside with very little attention, apart from the dog and the … Continue reading

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Gin soaked

Normally I’m a Gordon’s girl, but sometimes the occasion calls for a bit of Bombay Sapphire. Last night, partially comatose with footnoting, I made a cracking curry with my take on Bombay potatoes. Never being one for a recipe, I … Continue reading

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Can’t buy me, love

I can’t decide whether I like Nigel Slater or not. It’s not even a question of a love/hate relationship – it’s more tolerance and apathy. A bit like student protests. I’ve been called every variation of ‘mouthy’, which when transposed … Continue reading

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Hang me up to dry

Waiting for the bank to open at 9am this morning with an odd couple and a crazy man with a suitcase full of anti-government magazines and dirty hands was not helping my residual queasiness. But by some good fortune, the … Continue reading

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