When you have been away from something for a while you don’t always want to jump straight back in at the deep end. So this blog post contains no recipe, no steps and nothing with cobwebs, ghosts or witches fingers. Enjoy.
Month: October 2010
I don’t know what on earth possessed me to start a new project and giveaway for this blog the week I was moving house. I think I was in denial as to how much hassle decorating, moving and unpacking it all would really be.
Of course I’ll find ten minutes to announce the winner, even with no net connection – I can do that all on my phone. Where’s the problem?
And of course I am not going to pretend that I haven’t had a spare ten minutes over the course of the past month, I have had plenty. I just didn’t want to do anything with them but sit.
So today I have finally found the time to tick this off my list.
The winner is…
Congratulations a new copy of “Kitchen” by Nigella Lawson will be on it’s way to you in the next couple of days.
p.s. To all of you who didn’t win, I’m sorry, I love Nigella’s recipe so much I’d love to give each of you a copy – but I just can’t afford it! If you do want to get yourself a copy, however you can get it in the US here, and the UK here.
p.p.s The Questionnaire is now closed, I am working my way through the results and hope to get at least an initial round-up up this weekend.
This is another idea from Nigella’s latest cook book “Kitchen”. You can win a copy by filling in this questionnaire.
This recipe caught my eye by being a little bit different but still firmly in the “safe” category. This is something I could make and know it would work out fine.
So I have been sort of AWOL recently. But I have been more than busy, I don’t stop blogging for just any reason! After 3 years of searching and about a million viewings, we have finally bought our own flat! We got the keys on Friday.
Building a home for us is something we have dreamt of for so long that finally being here, doesn’t feel quite real. It’s like we are playing house.
It’s been hectic, we’ve been redecorating. My hands (and if I’m perfectly honest my face too) is covered in specks of paint. I have umpteen bruises – I dropped a tub of pollyfilla on my ankle. My back is killing me from hunching over to paint the skirting boards. In between coats of paint, we are moving our stuff, slowly, from one flat to the other. At the end of the day I collapse into a heap, but I am more than content.