I can’t seem to stop cooking stews, it must be the weather. There’s something about this one that reminds me of my Great Auntie Gertie, a woman almost as far round as she was tall, who my mother claimed held the unofficial rabbit speed-skinning record for north Lincolnshire. 565 more words
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Leftover wine is never a disaster, but rather an excuse to make a stew rich in garden herbs.
Petite Arvine, from a grape native to canton Valais, is one of my favourite Swiss wines, but this was opened as we were coming down with the flu and we quickly realized we couldn’t really taste it, so we vacuum-sealed 3/4 of the bottle. 308 more words