His cries of ‘spice, spice’ herald new beginnings, but at only 4 years old…this little man knows it not. This is the first proper ‘thing’ to come out of our new kitchen ( long before our delicious churros which have been followed by cupcakes and pizza. I’m thankful I can still cook and bake!), or...
Soba noodles rock and if you like them hot, I bet you’d love ’em cold.
‘Help waiter, there’s too much salt in my eggs’. I want to send it back to the kitchen. To me. For I’m the cook, serving and waiting upon myself!
(Updated 10th September 2011) You go as a prisoners Enslaved by bonds of chain But still….in your thoughts You’re free