Food adventures, food memories and food thoughts.
I recently took a creative writing course in Norwich based on memoirs and life experiences. This week I was going through some of the work that I produced on the course and decided to share this one. I know that the link to what is supposed to be a food blog is a bit tenuous …
Continue reading “History may not repeat itself, but it does get quite close.”
Just because I’m a relatively recent convert to the joys of baking it doesn’t mean that I haven’t always enjoyed cake and baked things in general. Back then they were either shop bought or baked by someone else in the house. My Mum loved to bake and I have many childhood memories of being in …
I spent much of my childhood in Malta, a small Mediterranean island that sits roughly mid way between the toe of Italy and the north coast of Africa. My Dad took a job out there and we moved to a life that felt like summer for twelve months of every year. It’s only looking back …
The first breakfast in Paris lived up to all of our expectations of the city. Breakfast had been included in the place the were staying at but instead we opted to venture out and explore. A chance to sit at a street side cafe in the Latin Quarter and watch the world go by was …
Some of my earliest food memories are from trips to my grandmothers. Nana in my mum’s case and Grandma for my dad. Both grandads were there but somehow I don’t think either of them would have had anything to do with what was coming out of the kitchen. Grandma was a big forceful lady, both …
David in the kitchen.