Not an apple pie, not an apple tart… just a simple, old fashioned apple cake.
In my old and tattered cookery book there’s the copy of an email that my mother sent me on Nov 18, 2000. 320 more words
I’m writing this wearing a huge wool cardigan and looking at the grey sky through the kitchen window. We arrived back home yesterday afternoon… under the rain… and whilst for a split second the fresh air was welcome after the torrid heat of Italy, the novelty factor soon wore off. 274 more words
… I realise it sounds a little bit “oxymoronish”… but if you do live in England you understand… right?
“Summer” is often an “idea” more than reality… which is ok, there are other benefits… like you never wear out your sandals for example (they last for years….), and sometimes you do need a light snood to shelter your neck from the Arctic winds that seem to blow everytime you’re at a cricket match (which in my case is 3 or 4 days of the week. 75 more words