Memories are made of breakfasts

When I was young, I can distinctly remember going around telling everyone: "When I grow up, I'm going to live in France," France being the only place that I'd visited outside the UK. I'd been on a school trip to Normandy when I was about ten. It was the early 80s and a big event, especially … Continue reading Memories are made of breakfasts

Being home

It changes when you move away, the perspective. The familiar is still familiar but you see it through a different lens. The old lens has long been cast aside. Or maybe it's still the old lens but it's transformed over the years. You're still holding the camera and you decide the angle. Which is why … Continue reading Being home

Leftover risotto and the women’s refuge

Arancini di riso are literally small oranges of rice or leftover risotto, deep-fried and delicious. My kids love them, so whenever I make risotto I generally make extra for arancini the day after. My recipe was given to me by a woman I met in a women's refuge. I was there at the refuge with my eight year … Continue reading Leftover risotto and the women’s refuge