Thursday, 6 March 2014


My absence can be explained.  Much like a cat with a large tropical bird in my mouth coughing feathers, I've been holding onto a secret to the point that I could burst.  

Baby number 1 is on the way.  

There.  Feathers gone.  

But can I say that secrets and food really don't mix.

Case in point -  Christmas this year was probably my worst Christmas ever.  

My mother brought enough Jamon de Bellota to feed an army, which I diligently passed around looking demure and like-I-don't-want-to-over-indulge. 

My sister-in law made her own foie which, ethics aside, made me shed a bitter tear as I politely declined, again looking like I'd just arrived from a 2 week detox in Thailand.  

The home cured gravalax didn't help either.  

Seriously, until this year, I hadn't realized what a nightmare Christmas could be.  My own solace was found in the grilled scallops..and even that was questionable.


  1. Many, many congratulations, Georgina!!
    Lots of love from Ruth and GrahamXXXX

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