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 . . .
Chances are that you, like me, have reached the point of Christmas overindulgence that it's all you can do to reach a hand pathetically into the bowl of chocolate almonds on the coffee table, or pick at the bits of leftover turkey straight from the fridge, maybe stopping to smear them with some cranberry sauce from the jar. We've been subsisting on leftovers for days: first it was plates of . . .
Christmas is usually a quiet time of year for me. Half the extended family is in England; the other (much more substantial) half is in New Zealand. Dad's in Papua New Guinea. That just leaves me, my brother and my Mum, and my guy Tony on some Christmases. And then sometimes we don't even get my bro due to hospital work schedules. We're tiny, but I kind of like that. It's all about relaxing in good . . .