Hello, dear friends and blog readers! I haven't been sure how to write this post, so I've been avoiding posting it for quite some time. My 2nd blog birthday has just passed, and it got me thinking about blogging. I've decided to wrap things up here at The Swirling Spoon. Why? Blogging for me isn't providing the same enjoyment it used to. I feel at once like I've giving up something that I've . . .
Hot drinks all day and constantly preheating the oven - that's how I would describe the last week or so. I feel like I should maybe pay for more of our household's electricity bill than the other housemates? So much baking and boiling of the kettle... I made these pistachio orange biscotti for the sole purpose of Maths dude and me having something to dip into our morning coffee. Mornings are a . . .
What do you do when life Hayley the magnificent gives you lemons four kilos of tangelos from the farm? You eat a couple over the sink (cuz they're super juicy... the juice goes ALL over the kitchen :)), then you make upside down cake, and then you make a big batch of marmalade, and then you look over at the fruit bowl and it's like you hardly used up any tangelos at all. I suppose I could make . . .
In a sky of clearest blue, there was a white trail of an aeroplane, fine and straight, not a sound and only my eyes to trace its slow passage. I took my first breath of salty Lisbon air as we stepped out of the shade of Santa Apolónia Station. On one side of me, a low, stone barrier following the road announced the nearness of the sea. On the other side, buildings seemed to topple down a hillside, . . .