….with a crisp almond & brown sugar topping and lime I sit down and write, a part of my journey, a place in my daily struggles to find who I am. I want to know me, in my entirety and what I want. I want to walk this earth with gratitude but also fired up […]
The prospect of S’mores fired her up intensely. From deep in her belly, she longed to stoke a fire, so its rising flames and cackling sounds could warm her and melt her ‘mallows till they softened and oozed their sugary goodness onto some good grahams. And the chocolate would quickly follow, it too melting in […]
I have a chocolate glut. Oh yes. Chocolate. Glut. If you didn’t know, I’ll tell you now – I have a huge chocolate plant in my back garden, right next to the trampoline (my non-DIY husband sweated to put together) and my not-so-barren veggie patch, teeming with mint and lemon melisse.
A throne is only a bench, covered in velvet Napoleon Bonaparte ———-♥———– We just got back from a few days away in London. I especially wanted to attend a one-day seminar being organised for ‘Women in Energy’ in London plus we had public holidays in the Netherlands so we all trooped over. The seminar was […]
This month for our International ? Incident party, we made dumplings. And we celebrated a few birthdays: Mardi of ELTW Divina Pe of Sense & Serendipity Shirley of Enriching your kid Pam of My Man’s Belly Evelyne of Cheap Ethnic Eatz
My most loved stories and books as a child were all written by Enid Blyton. My sisters could well say the same. We sought book after book after book from Famous Five to Secret Seven, culminating in the adventures at St Clare’s and Malory Towers. The one thing I loved the most and still remember […]
Its my nature. I can’t leave things be. I like it like that so bear with me. Not satisfied with having witnessed stroopwaffels being made by experts, I decided that I would try it at home – without a proper stroopwafel maker. And try I did. Verdict later!
I will not be left out, it is rhubarb season after all and this time I am determined to cook it rosy pink. Last year when I rustled up a compote of rhubarb and ginger, I was happy with the taste but secretly abhorred the brown, ugly compote. Thankfully, this year, none of that happened. […]