
Happy New Year. With summer comes memories of childhood bach visits and the daily bike rides to the general store for a loaf of white uncut bread – if we’d remembered to order it the day before. If not, it … Continue reading
Happy New Year. With summer comes memories of childhood bach visits and the daily bike rides to the general store for a loaf of white uncut bread – if we’d remembered to order it the day before. If not, it … Continue reading
I like fried eggs. Nothing startling you say. For me though, it is. Our household are big consumers of the little oval delights – we go through about 30 every two weeks – but always in scrambled or poached form. … Continue reading