January is done and dusted!
And what have we accomplished?
Not long after Mum died, I was mucking around in the kitchen and I contrived (for want of a better word) a chocolate slice. My husband and I liked it and so I named it after Mum because kitchens and cooking were one of her favourite things…
It’s Valentine’s Day and it’s raining outside.
What to do after one has exchanged chocolates with the love of one’s life?
I’m not really a cook.
Not at all.
As a writer, I don’t buy cook books, and I make the same favourite foods over and over again.
Much prefer to dig over a vegetable patch or unpick my embroidery mistakes…
A photographic essay to show what one simply MUST have by one’s side when one has an April deadline. According to my publisher, I must finish Gisborne: Book of Kings by then so it can proceed to the editor… so, sweet stuff needed.
What did I do when it was a cold, mizzly Sunday?
I went to Blackman’s Bay and watched the waves pelting round the point.
Straight from Antarctica.
There’s nothing like crashing waves, spray and rock and roll.
Winterlight at House is something else. Summer light is wonderful, the sun’s high in the sky and it’s warm but it’s more diffused.
In winter it’s pure and clear.
Got up this A.M and fell in love again with winterlight.
(So called because I really write about him best when I have a cup of tea and one of ‘these’ to nibble on…)
I suppose if you want to be frightfully posh, you could call them biscotti and forget about the Guy of Gisborne bit but then why would you want to do that?