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Our little munchkin has been on a bit of a breakfast strike lately. He might eat it eventually, but most of the time his breakfast is still uneaten at lunch time. Cornflakes, toast, scrambled eggs & sausage..even pancakes! Now that he’s going to nursery 3 mornings a week, I’ve been waking up stupid-early to try …
Unemployment (underemployment?) doesn’t suit me. I’m not great at sitting still. I’ve been working at a cool olde pub lately, but it closed a couple of weeks ago. I’ve got a few irons in the fire, but for the moment I’m home a lot with my boys and in an effort to stay sane, I’ve …
Growing up on the west coast, I didn’t have a proper New York bagel until I visited for work in my 20’s. I may have had one when we went for my aunt’s wedding when I was 8, but my only strong memories of that visit are 1- The rats in our hotel room and …
I brought 2 bottles of American molasses when I moved to England in July of 2018. That much barely got me through to Christmas. To be fair, I do bake a lot of gingerbread men at Christmastime (and they’re vegan*, too!). When I ran out, the internet told me I could substitute the (readily available …
Very near the top of the list of ‘Things I Miss About Living in California’ is my dad’s massive garden. He’s got 8 raised beds and several huge pots…plus whatever volunteers to grow in the compost heap. Mom & Dad canned what seems like several hundred pints of tomatoes this summer, but it’s probably somewhere closer …
I haven’t always been a breakfast eater. When I was touring, breakfast was usually a pre-packaged bar of some sort, washed down with several large glasses of iced tea….and that was only because I’d get dizzy if I didn’t eat something. When I stopped touring, moved to England, and had a brand new baby (it was …
Yesterday was a grey and awful day. The kind where I still have fleeting second thoughts about leaving the California sunshine for England and her dreich weather. (Dreich is a wonderful Scottish word that I picked up from my good friend Andy. It means bleak & dreary and is fun to say.) Dreich days call …
A friend texted a couple of weeks ago to ask if I could do anything to save his sheepskin rug. He bought it down at Camden Market ages ago, and it’s been wrapped up in a bin liner in their garage since they moved into their current home- at least 7 years. This particular rug …
Until I moved here, I never really appreciated just how often the English drink tea. Morning cuppa? Sure! But a mid-afternoon hot drink, or a jolt of caffeine just before bed never occurred to me. In the 2 ½ years since I came to the UK, I think I’ve had more tea than in my …
Like many English market towns, a standout feature of our high street is the war memorial. Ours is right near the entrance to the Church of St Peter and I regularly walk past when running errands. Right now, it’s absolutely covered in red poppies. There’s a man selling paper poppies in front of the grocery …
