Affogato. No, it’s not a swearword – as in ‘well affogato you too dude’. It’s Italian for ‘drowned’ and refers to one of the simplest, yet most delicious 2-minute desserts out there – vanilla ice cream ‘drowned’ in strong hot espresso. Some folks add a shot of hazelnut liqueur like Frangelico to their affogato too, and why not. Either way, [...]
I’m pretty sure it must be just me, otherwise brands wouldn’t insist on doing it, but I really, truly, deeply do NOT get the whole baby/toddler/puppy thing to advertise stuff. I quite like babies, don’t get me wrong. I’m scared of holding and dropping them, but I like ’em well enough. And I’m deeply dilly about animals of any kind. [...]
The thing about spending the amount of time in the kitchen that I do, is things can get a bit lonely. Merlot is an excellent conversationalist, to be sure. But as I don’t actually speak 'cat', her incessant chatter isn’t exactly what I would call spell binding. So when the inimitable Nina Timm from My Easy Cooking asked if I’d [...]
Merlot and I both have a tendency to gain weight in winter. She does because she stops chasing butterflies and sleeps on my cream couch all day long. I also spend indecent amounts of time on said couch, but if I were honest, I’d have to admit that it’s probably the pies, crumbles and cobblers I turn to for comfort [...]
"How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flown. How did it get so late so soon?" ~ Dr. Seuss That folks, in a nutshell, is exactly how I feel. I had a lovely little soup lined up for this post. Until last [...]
Cattle, much like cats, aren’t known for their ability to take direction. Which is why every cattle or dairy farm I’ve ever been to has a cattle crush. What is it? Think of a passage with fences on either side. Cattle go in one end and patiently queue for whatever awaits at the other end. On good days, it’s just [...]