Yes, yes, I know. I haven’t been posting much lately here (although have you been keeping up with my posts over at Honest Cooking?) and now, as soon as I seem to be back, off I go guest posting elsewhere. Well, you’ll understand why…
When, shortly after becoming engaged to a doctor, I announced I was quitting my office job, there were water-cooler jokes galore about my becoming a Lady Who Lunches. My days would be wiled away with mindless shopping, coffee dates and luncheons in fancy restaurants with…
A northern variation on Eggs Florentine, inspired by our recent holiday in the Piedmont region of Italy.
Let me start by putting your minds at ease. I’m not Cruella de Vil and I didn’t slaughter a cute little puppy to make this post.
Over the Easter holidays the kids and I spent a fab few days visiting a friend who once played Thelma to my Louise. Or was it the other way around? In our mid-twenties we drove from Seattle to New Orleans, via Vegas, Grand Canyon and Mexico.
As anyone who hasn’t been living under a rock will be aware, the big news this weekend is of Egypt’s newly-won freedom from dictatorial rule.
Immediate apologies if the irreverance of this recipe offends my religious friends. I am aware that orthodox Christians don’t eat meat on Fridays, let alone Good Friday. And Muslims and Jews don’t eat pig meat ever. And Hindus don’t eat any kind of meat ever….
