Some of the earliest of my childhood memories comes from the dark nights of late January when each year, my dad would make marmalade. My sister and I would lie in our beds in our bedroom at the front of the flat where we lived in Cambridge and the delicious warm smells of Seville oranges and black treacle would drift through… and in the morning there would be a […]More
Food is not just a necessity for life, it enhances and enriches our lives. I love every aspect of food… not just eating it! I love cooking, and growing things, I love recipe books and cookery programmes, I love talking about food, reading restaurant menus… but most of all, sitting round a table in good company enjoying a wonderful meal!
This recipe, hand written either by my mum, Monica, or her sister Beryl, fell from a book I was reading and I have no idea how it had got there. Monica and Beryl were excellent cooks, cakes rose like angels, cookies were scrumptious, meringues… eclairs… puddings, pies and pastries were renowned within the family and friends. […]More
I was looking through the names I had taken from the memorial on the Menin Gate, thousands upon thousands of them, names of the fallen I had downloaded while researching the Colgates and Props. I looked looking down our road, down Thornbury Drive and in 1918 every other house may had a dead or injured […]More