Between the lines and through the lens…
Input- daily. Early morning. Wake up to bird call and input ideas for the new day. Run. Write. Weights. Wash. Garden. Grass. Weeds. No Smoking. More Chopping. Manic. Now move indoors. Pottering. Pacing. Painting and onto poetry. Moving out again from bedroom. Old room. Once far room. Cold room, where someone died once, before […]
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Rocket pesto and ricotta meatballs Almond cookies Pork pie Buddha bowl Frittata glazed chicken adobo thighs Ham cheddar and chive bread Apple, strawberry and almond sponge Irish soda bread Sausage, vegetable and rosemary traybake Smoked Salmon chilli and chive quiche Chicken chorizo stew Orange Breakfast Muffins Chicken Thigh Traybake with leek, pea and […]
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Things change. Sunday morning I rise, though with no rolling stone miracle, and thread footsteps into the field where the passage of daisies have taken over from the pressing soles of sport. Things change. Later, in cream pants and oversized sofa sweater instead of the customary suited and booted parade affair, I drop smoked […]
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A Simnel cake (a traditional Easter fruit cake with marzipan inner layer and decoration and a little dash of brandy) made in my kitchen in my grandmother’s memory… Wishing you all a Happy Easter, Sunday, Spring day, Sunny day or whatever you like to call it… All cakes made and eaten by […]
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A new place to call home… painting new tales onto old walls in Ménilmontant, Paris… Before… Yes, I do make cutouts of furniture from paper to see what will fit where (I am a patternmaker, afterall!!) The Magic Team Stories Movers (hijacked friends)… A light at the top… Those now famed 5 flights up- no […]
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