Dulce de membrillo
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
Playing dead
It was a brilliantly sunny, though very cold, day, and I knew it was likely that the owls would be flying this afternoon. But still tired after yesterday’s trip to Cardiff, and with a weekend’s Boy-sitting to come, I talked … Continued
