How I learned to stop fearing fruit and eat pie

How I learned to stop fearing fruit and eat pie

Ever felt you had an entrenched habit that couldn’t be broken? I recommend the pie test: I hate cooked fruit. There. I said it. Fruit compote (aka fruit compost), fruit soup, and pies. Especially apple pies. And peach and pear and any other fruit you put in a...
Me, Margaritas and burning feet

Me, Margaritas and burning feet

I love Margaritas. Alas, they don\’t love me.WordRidden / Foter / CC BYI have a confession to make. Nay, make that two confessions: 1. I love Margaritas 2. I am the world’s cheapest drunk. I have no idea what got in to me today, but we decided this...
Caution: Swearing Ahead

Caution: Swearing Ahead

In my  literary brain the title of this post would be something touching, poignant, reflective. But nope, in the real world, that’s not going to happen, because I really just want to say: WTF? Hands up if you have SKYPE? And hands up if you think that when that...
Of holidays, hot springs and cold shoulders

Of holidays, hot springs and cold shoulders

They say a change is as good as a rest… or something like that. Well, I decided that a rest would be a good change. It was definitely time for a road trip  – even if it was just an overnight one, so we headed off to the hot springs in Palm Desert/Palm...
Feeling Vindicated

Feeling Vindicated

I was so excited to read in the Los Angeles Times (you can read the full article here) the other day that one of my favourite things is back in fashion! What is it you ask? It’s (drumroll please)…. butter!Yep. Butter. I (think) I eat well. I’ve been...