I've eaten a lot of bad scones. And I don't mean gluten-free scones, although I haven't had much success with them before this week. I mean regular gluten scones, the ones I ate before six years ago. You know the
I think there's an unwritten rule in most households that the kitchen is principally the realm of one person. It's pretty much understood chez moi that the
A thick, cumin and coriander-spiced root vegetable stew. It's a free-wheeling one-pot dinner that attempts to use up whatever winter vegetables I have lingering about.
Bananas aren't a fruit that typically excites the senses or moves people in a profound way, if in any way at all. Hell, fruit in general doesn't do that. Except maybe a lychee. Lychees do something quite unnatural to me
