I Have A Confession

There's no point in denying it any longer. The evidence is all there on the top and middle shelves of my refridgerator: I'm a hipster. If you should have the misfortune to open my fridge, you'll see them there as clear as day. Various containers in glass or plastic with a makeshift label. Not only am … Continue reading I Have A Confession

Readying The Vegetable Patch

The internet, as for most things, is a wonderful source of information but also the origin of much paranoia. Typing "how to prepare an allotment" or "grow your own vegetables..." churns up more questions than answers. I mean, I know the soil is mainly volcanic... but I don't know about the exact pH or the composition of the topsoil. Even then, when I've understood that carrots need sandy soils, chili peppers need sunshine, what about fennel? *cue another Google search...*

To Grow, To Make and To Cook.

Butter, Ricotta and Kefir - I made all three of these at some point in Paris. They're relatively labour-intensive and ordering unpasteurised milk from my local cheesemonger (it had to be ordered in specially for me) got me the reputation of being "the weird English girl." However, the butter here in Italy is really dire (I was so spoilt in France!) that desperation may well drive me to risk my reputation again and ask my cheesemonger to put aside some milk for me...