My seasons are the seasons of church, although I am not religious, as a rule: my seasons are the seasons of school, which are the seasons of the Church of […]
My friend Caroline wrote about how she will be at sixty-one, and I wrote about being eighty-six. When I am eighty-six I will eat broth from a bone china bowl: plump chicken poached slowly, drizzled with the very tiniest drops of white truffle oil, broccoli steamed with lemon and salt.
2014 was a horrible year, but it did have good eggs.
Here are my twelve favourite eggs of 2014-ish, and how to make them.
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.