I love when the vast array of little pumpkins start to appear in the supermarket. Not that I buy them you understand, as not only is Himself not a fan of squashes, they take a fair bit more prep that the bigger ones. It's just they look so darn attractive all piled up, that seeing... Continue Reading →

I've been a reader of The Guardian newspaper in the UK for a long time, so I'm familiar with the feature Books of My Life, but as the people being asked were already authors or had some other form of celebrity, I never gave it any more thought. Actually, that's not strictly true. I did... Continue Reading →