Well dear readers, I’m off again! This time to the wedding for which I utterly failed to diet (Andrea, you win), to be seen standing up very straight in my...
A few months ago, before I turned 28 and my life became one extended tapas-fuelled speed date, when I was undergoing the kind of emotional turmoil that led me to...
A Sunday afternoon treat – cranberry scone still warm from the Bakkerswinkel, whipped cream, strawberry jam and fresh strawberries. Perfect sustenance for figuring out how to get paid for being...
My long-time dining partner, Spanish belle and all-round most stylish blogging friend is, of course, Andrea, author of All Pretty Things. Although she blogs about anything from bed covers to...
I’ve noticed, in amongst my dating shenanigans, that most of the rest of the food blogging population seems to be happily domesticated. Their other halves, while rarely named, are identified...
Some time ago I wrote a post about ‘First date food’. Little over a month later, I had a last date. I don’t think there’s such a thing as ‘last...
Unlike my father, the foodie who has everything, I can usually rustle up a few ideas for a birthday wishlist… a new cook book, or a mezzaluna, or a laptop...
You may have noticed that we’ve added some new features to the site, particularly the Map page. You can now look at restaurants in a particular area, view only the...
My good friend Andrea is the unacknowledged heroine of this blog. Not only did she inspire me with her blog writing (fashion, not food), but she is my constant dinner...
