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When I am out of inspiration but want to make something nice and with an “ooh” factor, I make quiche. Or a tart. Or whatever the hell you want to call it. I used to think of quiche as being
When I am out of inspiration but want to make something nice and with an “ooh” factor, I make quiche. Or a tart. Or whatever the hell you want to call it. I used to think of quiche as being
OK, well, it’s not going to call your mama names or give you grief or anything. It’s not that kind of mean. Risotto is one of those staples that is on all the posh menus. The posher the menu the
I’m cross. I’m tired. I’m drugged to the gills courtesy of my wrist joint deciding quite suddenly on Saturday that no, it really didn’t want to work any more. I’m in a splint and have a date for an MRI
It’s definitely cooling off, and because of that (and our freezer needed filling) we made the perfect Autumn/Winter comfort food. Today we embarked upon a fairly regular undertaking – we made shepherd’s pie (shepherd’s pie has lamb mince, cottage pie
I was not only afraid of making curries after my first nightmarish foray into curry making, but I was terrified of baking bread. Baking I got – brownies, cakes, muffins, cookies – all of that was no real issue. Add
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