When it comes to Christmas present buying, I seem to have lost my mojo. It wasn’t always so. I don’t want to adopt the Scrooge approach. I read a bit today about Saint Nicholas, and his frequent and anonymous gift giving. That seemed like a good thing. At the same time, I seem to have …
Category archives: Food
D is for the dance
Sometimes, in the hurry of putting a meal on the table, I forget that it is possible to glide. To move around our tiny kitchen and make it feel intentional, choreographed. When the timings of a meal fall into place, like the drop of a spoonful of peas onto a plate. When the plates go …
J is for jam
It used to be that travel for me was all about trying new food. Or not entirely about that, but it was a big part of it. Whether exploring supermarkets or trying dishes I’d heard of, eating out, it was all part of the experience. Heading to a country which is famed for its bread, …
N is for new (experiences)
I had forgotten about the new. Going back to a city I knew, even in a few small areas, I had forgotten to expect the new as well. Staying in someone else’s flat for a week, I realised I had to learn the neighbourhood too – from scratch. Now living in the same place for …
W is for wood smoke
High on the list of found items is scent. It’s not so much that you find it – it finds you. That’s the beauty of it. Walking to do the afternoon school pick up, I was overtaken by the smell of wood smoke. It’s early October, and those with working fireplaces are starting to think …