Tag: Travel

Coming to America & Coconut Jam Drops

So I teased you in my last post about ‘Coming to America’. Its all part of my bubbling excitement because the fartherest west I’ve been is Barbados – I know, its not a bad bookend. Now, I am glad, just like Eddie Murphy was in his film version ‘Coming to America’.
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Things I’m Thankful For in October

Maple leaves  and carnet tickets in Paris.

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Apples and Orchards

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Barbados in a Nutshell…

……Stories from a crazy cook’s holiday! Weeks later my eyes are still awash with white and magenta sand grains, bleu celeste waters and the heat, oh the heat!

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Why Barbados?

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We’ve ticked the box: Cologne Christmas Market, done!

I’m not one to turn down great offers, be it sushi or plums.

So when a friend asked if I wanted to go with her and her kids to a Christmas market, I said yes! For many reasons including the top one – I’d never been to a German Christmas market before.

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Being in London – Part 2

You already know I had a great time in London – according to me, a well-deserved break. Now one thing I can say is that I had a lot of typical British meals – from a cream tea of scones to the staple, Fish and chips and Eton mess. Now each of these has a special place in British history and so I’ll talk about them, very briefly. Oh, and my repertoire of edible flowers also increased with the introduction of Nasturtiums!

Bagpiper Lady on the streets A lady busking in a London underground station

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Being in London – Part 1

Manchester, 1990: Unfortunately, this B&B doesn’t offer a Continental breakfast. When I try a cracker with jam, I almost spit it out because it tastes so foul. When I look up from my plate, I see everyone in the breakfast room is staring at me. An old man at the table beside me coughs. ‘You can’t eat it like that, you know,’ he whispers. ‘You need to …..

Weetabix with marmalade and jam

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