I have been assuming for some time now that I hated kale. This stemmed mostly from a lifelong distrust of green things: I refused all green food until the age of eight. Anyway, it turns out that kale is marvellous, and it is even better with garlic and carbohydrates.
Each Peach Pear Plum, I spy..an enormous venison and plum pie, with hearts on the top, and enough for everybody. This is a lovely pie.
Here is a secret: it gets better. It always gets better, or at the very least it gets easier, and it is getting easier for me, thanks to the endless bounty and kindness of the NHS. It gets better, and I am getting better, and to celebrate I made these brownies.
This is a long post about love, and music, and books, and sandwiches, and it is absolutely one of my favourite posts I’ve ever done. I do love breakfast, and this is a very good one.
The marvellous Felix Cohen, all-round wizard, works his magic on words and booze in a double first for this blog: booze and a guest post. Featuring acid, Cuban cosmonauts, and violets.