It is snowing outside. White, pure, heavy snow. Within minutes the garden is covered in white and something peaceful and new settles upon the land.
Many culinary TV programs have left a lasting impression and have added new favourite dishes to our home-made kitchen, but none so as our beloved and admired Mary Berry.
We are a family of foodies. Unashamed, our summer time holiday destination selection has began to change adding “fine cuisine” as a top criteria.
Sunday morning walk in the woods, life cannot start any better on a fresh, blue sky spring sunny day.
Every family has its comfort food.
It is autumn. The air smells of something different, something rustic and old, something deep and earthy.
“I have bought vegetables for you.” Says my dearest one and I imagine making a salad.