A Week of Breakfast in Scotland

​As a dedicated breakfast warrior I can safely say that Scotland has moved beyond the trifecta stronghold of oats, lamb and potatoes. Three cheers for the Scottish nation as a whole, we can now all enjoy mornings of all the good stuff. Three cheers also for unpredictable Scottish weather which likes to spit on you just as you begin to enjoy your avocado and tomato … Continue reading A Week of Breakfast in Scotland

A German Weekend being German

Quin and I spent a long and brilliant weekend with LouLou and Piet just outside of Stuttgart city. At Piet’s house (a big timber-framed beauty which his Dad Wolf built), we we’re greeted with a 3 liter beer, a selection of local Stuttgartian beers, enough German chocolates for 2 excited children (that’s us!) and a wooden board of wood fired bread and mountain cheeses. Wolf … Continue reading A German Weekend being German

Spaghetti with Sage plus Baby Jesus in Velvet Underwear

​Hot days clearing blackberry bushes and digging out a vegie patch create a mean appetite. It feels like a great accomplishment to finish a day of work, step back to see your progress and feel your stomach grumble. Followed by the sound of Marcel banging pots in the kitchen and a smell of sizzling sage, it’s easy to get addicted to a life in the … Continue reading Spaghetti with Sage plus Baby Jesus in Velvet Underwear

Salade Nicoise: a French Summer Lunch

I’ve never been very excited by the concept of Nicoise salad; cold eggs and tuna don’t rate very high on my list of happy mealtime combinations.  But when it’s prepared carefully – with free range eggs, veggies from the garden and farmers market, sustainably farmed tuna and by my favourite Brazilian-Swiss-French host mum, then it gets a big old thumbs up. And here’s how she … Continue reading Salade Nicoise: a French Summer Lunch

A Taste of the French Pastry

​It’s becoming more and more apparent that France is fuelled by butter. Hello pattiserie. This is one place that I love to window shop. For me, the presentation of each individual little pastry is almost enough to satiate my hunger. The delicacy of some of the constructs can only have been done with proper care and I’m led to imagine the hands and the minds … Continue reading A Taste of the French Pastry