Ruminations and recipes from a small kitchen in a big city.


Winter break.

School holidays were once in May, when the odd sunny day could make the beach just possible. We spent many of these holidays at Inverloch where we'd venture to the beach in sensible day clothes but inevitably end up in the water with wet jeans, jumpers, shoes, etc.

These days the holiday fortnight is in deepest darkest winter. Where to go, what to do? Who knows. We'll just set off.

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