Beautiful, Groundbreaking and Disappointing: The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet
I have been holding off writing this review because I’ve never felt quite so personally unravelled by a novel. Call me a nerd – for that is what I am – but the emotional entanglement I feel with good fiction has become more complicated after encountering Reif Larsen’s ‘The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet’. I […]
Baking Quirks
I love baking, but I know that I bake in a particular way that isn’t the same as everyone else. Here are my kitchen confessions. I love order and organisation– that’s my shelf in the kitchen with different flours and sugars and so on. However, I rarely have enough energy to maintain that kind of […]
Lessons from Childhood Part 3: The Reader of Books
Over the past week, I’ve been talking about my favourite book from childhood – Matilda. In part one I talked about my practice of endless re-reading of this book, and wondering why I don’t really re-read anymore. Yesterday, I talked about female role models, and used Matilda as an example of how I tend to […]
Lessons from Childhood Part 2: The Role Model You Need
Last week I talked about a book that I read and re-read endlessly as a child, without mentioning the book as I didn’t want it to get in the way of the point that I was trying to make. Over the past few nights, in the ten minutes before bedtime, I have re-read that glorious […]
Unexpected
I really didn’t mean to make these today. I got out the flour, and the soya spread and all that with the intention of making a nice big, luxurious cake for discussion group tomorrow night. And then I sort of let my mind wander off and I was halfway through cutting out the […]
Chocolate Cherry Scones
Since the scone challenge for Daring Bakers a couple of weeks ago, scones have become a bit of a go-to bake for me. When I’m feeling like playing with flavours, rather than wondering how they’d go in a cake or cookie, I’ve started thinking about how to make them work in a scone. I wanted […]
Lessons from Childhood Part One: The Virtue of Re-Reading
As a child, there was one book that I read over and over again. I don’t just mean that every summer I’d pick it up and have another, if slightly disinterested flick through. No, I really re-read it. I’d read through the whole thing from start to finish at least once a month, with dedicated […]
