Cherry pickings

This time last summer I was eating my way through boxes of cherries, roundly pregnant, breathless, counting the cherry stones till I got to meet my little love. Now the…

Cheesecake fumble

Last week my mum came to visit, an occurrence that is much more frequent since a certain small baby, holding the esteemed post of Grandchild Number One, came along. She…

Wild garlic mayonnaise

I can’t remember if I’ve written here before about wild food, about my love of foraging, about my time at cookery school in a rural corner of Ireland sugaring violets…