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Writing book is a bit like having a baby (I imagine). There’s the thrill of the conception – the sealing of the deal, you might say – the long hard slog of the first trimester (nausea, sleepnessness, an ever-expanding waistline), … Continue reading →

OK, so I lied. One more gratuitous picture of piggy wiggies to whet the appetite for the porcine feast which proved such a joyous conclusion to Pig Day (see previous post for more on the live aspect of things). First … Continue reading →

A month and a half after the event, I finally feel I’ve cogitated sufficiently on Pig Day to commit some words to screen on the subject. Yes, I’m about to cast my pearls of wisdom before the swine of Dingley … Continue reading →

So, I’ve been away for a while. Five days cruising down the Rhine on a tidal wave of flammkuchen and Riesling, seven days in Croatia eating as much grilled squid as I could lay my lips on, and then a … Continue reading →

Throwing parties, and gawping at other people’s weddings are two of my very favourite things, so I was nearly as excited about 29th April as the happy couple themselves – especially once I’d managed to find someone generous enough to … Continue reading →

So, Lent – all 46 meat-free days of it – is done and dusted for another year, and I’m back on the good stuff. Or, at least, some of the good stuff; given how fond I was of vegetables already, … Continue reading →

Having come out the other end of my index alive (just), I feel compelled to post again just to reassure myself that I haven’t, in fact, given up – yet (and with only two days to go, and the bacon … Continue reading →

Last week the nice people at Riverford Organics very kindly sent me a box full of their lovely muddy veg (carrots that actually smelt of … carrots when I peeled them. Incredible), and, thanks to the lovely weather, and being out a … Continue reading →

One of my ambitions, when embarking upon this Lenten challenge, was to embrace beancurd. I’ve never really liked its slightly eggy texture, or milky blandness, but 40 days of vegetarianism seemed like ample opportunity to reconcile myself to the stuff. … Continue reading →

This weekend wasn’t very fruitful, in vegetarian terms. By which I don’t mean that I ate a big burger at the boat race, tempting as that was in the joy of victory (the last time I’ll mention it, but TROUNCED), … Continue reading →