Living in Britain you very quickly get used to Christmas = mince pies. No gathering at this time of year seems complete without a just-out-of-the-oven tray of warm and crumbly mince pies. Some are spectacularly boozey, others more wholesome with chunks of fresh fruit in with the dried. You can also make them a bit …
In my last post to you I said that I would be back with my favourite Brussels sprout recipe. Most of us have a favourite brownie recipe {here’s mine} a favourite soup recipe {this is my winter favourite}, and a favourite curry {here – omg it is so good!} but Brussels sprouts? Really? If you are …
Is it a soufflé? Is it a casserole? Who knows. Most recipes for sweet potato casserole/soufflé contain a couple of eggs, making it veer rather sharply into soufflé territory. Imho. But the name seems to be interchangeable. And it matters not a jot once you taste it. If you have never experienced this Southern US delicacy, …
I realise that you were not waiting with bated breath for this recipe. Not even my Dad will be doing that. But I did say on Wednesday that I would be back yesterday, Friday, and I hate not to be a woman of my word. I plead extenuating circumstances which I won’t go into but …
I can’t believe it is one week to Christmas Day. The tree is up, garlands festoon every feasible surface, wreaths are on doors. So it is only the food to think about. And some last minute cards to post – oops! These are my last two side dishes to give you. Both simple and make …
Love them or hate them, Brussels sprouts are a pretty addition to a winter festive table. But they do have a certain dubious reputation. At least here in Britain. Right now folk on the radio – okay, BBC Radio 2 – are asking the annual foodie question: are your sprouts on yet? This ‘banter’ starts …
As you see, I couldn’t hold out any longer. My little wordpress snowfall was my unambiguous clue to unleash the festive food. And as we are well into December, and there is a layer of snow, it feels pretty official. As a matter of fact I am even sending Mr A into the loft this …