My first food memory. Fried egg on toast cut into squares with streaky bacon. A dinner staple in my home with a single mother who was often loathe to cook. A habit to this day, I would eat around the egg yolk, saving it for last with a side of crispy fat. Then, as now, […]
So the beginning of this year saw the end of a two year relationship. And such is life. I never imagined at the time though that one of the greatest challenges this year would be dinner for one. Who knew that I would be so inherently lazy when it came to cooking solely for myself! […]
I once had a job, after I’d completed my masters in English Literature, and jumped at the first paycheck offered me… As a high school English teacher. But I grew ever more miserable, ever more depleted…. As I wrote in a previous blog, I was living an unliveable life. I saw my psychiatrist from the […]
The foodie world has always drawn me towards it… Perhaps it is because my father is a chef, but who can really say… From the age of 5, I expressed immediate concern when someone did not have smoked beef in their refrigerator, much to the embarrassment of my mother and father. And in primary school, […]