What a week…it started well with some glorious sunshine, with sushi in the park for lunch, with sitting outside at…
This week’s small pleasures: week 32
I almost can’t bear to look at the news these days – the election in the US, the tone of…
A little mustard and a little cheese
As a child, I hated mustard, no doubt because my first encounter was with that bright yellow English mustard, spread…
The odds of going to the store for a loaf of bread and coming out with only a loaf of bread are three billion to one
On Saturday morning, with a little time so spend before Pilates, I wandered into Commonsense Organics on Wakefield Street. I…
It’s the little things that count
This week I was back up in Hawke’s Bay on a work trip. The weather was mostly sunny, mostly warm,…
Game of Scones
After my last scone success of cardamom marmalade scones, and with some buttermilk in the fridge, my Saturday baking was…
This week’s small pleasures: week 31
Even though last week was busy (and Monday the 24th was a holiday too), and despite feeling as if I…
Watching, listening, reading: October
It’s that time again for a round up of the past month’s consumption of media. There’s been a lot of…
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese
I love toast. I love cheese (though it doesn’t love me…a very sad relationship). I especially love cheese on toast. …
Flowers on a Friday
Well, here we are on Friday evening, the end of another week, a time to breathe and look forward to…
