The European stopped at a charity shop and got beaten to a Chinese tea set by the fastest old Chinese lady in the world. What a hipstery afternoon it was.
Because I would prefer to line HMRC’s pockets buying Italian food rather than American candy and Froot Loops.
Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
“Ms. Galetti, it’s genuinely wonderful to meet you, but my pigeon is getting cold!”
“I would have wanted bigger portions”.
“Of course you would”.
Crappy weather. But oh, to be able to dine-in, even it is out!
Lauded by Michelin-starred chefs, this is the recipe that got me into baking.
A wonderful cake born out of fear and a lost bet. Poor me.
Attempt to use cabbage and not taste it, leads to lauding cabbage and apologies.
Celebrating Valentine’s Day by trying not to screw up an expensive box of raw materials.