Another day of vile weather (PLEASE. MAKE. IT. STOP.) left me with nowhere to go, and nothing more interesting to do than working on my jigsaw and reading Ben Macintyre’s A Spy Among Friends on my Kindle. Which I’d happily … Continued
On the morning of my concert back in early December R and I both had errands to run in Stratford, and when we met up for coffee I told him that I’d just spotted a gingerbread house kit in Lakeland, … Continued
I said yesterday that I was feeling some guilt about wasting the quince pulp I’d boiled up to make quince jelly – and this is why. I started with nearly 1.7kg of fruit in the pan (over three and a … Continued
Well, not preparation exactly. More like thinking about preparation. For a start, I won’t be reaming the oranges by hand this year – I’ve done it many times before, but now I’m old I’ve decided to give my hands a … Continued
Before we went out to Broadway yesterday R and I cooked the quince paste, and then left it drying out in the slowest of slow ovens. This is one of those processes – like finding the setting point of jam … Continued
“These pears are about perfect now,” said R. “Good,” I replied. “Photogenic, you think?” “Oh,” said R. “I didn’t realise they were a photo project. Sorry. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have eaten half of them.” “That’s fine,” I said. … Continued
