Category: Writing
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Leftovers and my mum
My kindred spirit is my mum. They say women eventually turn into their mothers and I bet that’s not far from the truth. Every now and then I catch myself mid-way through a ‘classic mum’ facial expression or imitating her disparaging noise, the vocal version of an eye-roll, which I seem to have perfected over the…
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Notes on the week
Here are notes on the week: Today I finally visited my friends at the cookware shop where I worked for about five years during university holidays and to save for travels. Even when I believed I was going to direct Anastasia the musical and a Harry Potter TV series I still had an unhealthy obsession…
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Winter warmers
This may be an unusual statement but I, for one, freaking love winter. As a foodie this declaration has even less grounding. Your favourite time of year is when there is no fresh produce, everything is unripe, firm and flavourless, and you don’t even want to shuffle into the kitchen because it’s too cold to…
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So what about now? Starting a food blog
And finally… I’m here and I’m writing. It’s taken a good year to get my act together. It’s a nerve-wracking thought: a platform on the internet to write whatever you want and whoever stumbles across it can judge freely and willingly. So no, this title isn’t a reference to Westlife’s well-known Daughtry cover (although it…