I can never eat a good focaccia without immediately being brought back to Italy. Memories of several slabs of focaccia, each topped with different flavours & colours, snapped up from the local forno or train station as a quick lunch on the go. It’s one of the passing things that I never really gave much …
As the wild garlic season comes to close, making room for a new season of delights in the garden, now’s the time to get really your fill. Not only is this the time of the year where I fill my freezer with a few freshly picked bunches & make a few batches of butter & …
It’s grape season in the garden & whilst I do love those dark purple bunches, each September I end up scratching my head as to what to actually do with them. Over the years they’ve usually found their way into chutney or thrown into the jam pan along with all of the other odd bits …
