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Postcard From Zakynthos (Outtake)
As I pointed out in my previous missive from Zakynthos, the weather for the Thursday of our Greek adventure wasn’t going to be anything to write home about (I’ve never let that stop me before) [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 39
Five’s a funny number, especially on a train. We’re a party of two plus two plus one, with me being the one. I’m sat in the dark on my own for the trip through East [more…]
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Apple Cranberry Stuffing
This is an easy to make apple cranberry stuffing I typically make for the holidays. The flavors are balanced so that the cranberry isn’t overpowering. We use dried cranberries because they aren’t overpowering. I don’t [more…]
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Medlar Jelly
Ingredients 2.5 kg ripe medlars 600g unripe medlars 3 small unripe apples or 20 crab apples 3 lemons 3 litres water 1.5 kg granulated sugar Pinch of saffron 1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon 2 ground cloves [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 38
If you’re ever in Atlanta, Georgia, may I recommend the Georgia State Capital Museum? During my time there, Atlanta was the second most violent place in the Union. The actual murder capital of America was, [more…]
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Artisan Bread
You know who you are. You can cook, possibly even turn out a decent meringué or even a soufflé, but the mere thought of baking a loaf of bread fills you with irrational fear. The [more…]
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Postcard From Zakynthos
It isn’t just about swanning around the Lake District, visiting friends in Devon, Air B&B’ing to Barcelona, holidaying on the West coast of Scotland or nipping down to Essex for a couple of beers. There [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 37
‘There must be a better way to live than this’, I observe, ‘the squabbling, the pettiness, the violence. Why can’t we all just get on with each other and live in peace and harmony?’, I wonder [more…]
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Postcard from Lille, Part 36
By now, Princess Fahds was married and expecting. Expecting a bebe and expecting the love to follow the land, as the new one’s little feet approached the oil soaked, lifeless sand. Her own life was full of wonderful things. A wonderful [more…]