Bake with abandon!
I’m trying not to be resentful but a certain celebrity llama has more Twitter followers than I do. And his first name isn’t Dali. To be fair, the llama is a talented goat herder, so I can see the appeal. Why all the fuss over …
Those who know me will be shocked to learn I have joined a gym. Yup. Me. In a gym. I have yet to receive confirmation, but somewhere out there a fat pink pig is soaring high above a frozen section of Hades and giggling. Thanks …
When I was a child, my father used to make an ice rink in the back yard. He’d pile us onto the toboggan and pull us around to flatten the snow. Then, night after night, he’d zip up his navy blue snowmobile suit and disappear …
I know I shouldn’t post information like this, but I am not a Breakfast Eater. Please, don’t tell me breakfast is The Most Important Meal of the Day. I have read the reports and do not need to be reminded Breakfast Eaters consume fewer calories …
Andrew might have dropped the jar of whisky, but I dropped the ball. Two posts on Scotch Marmalade and no recipe? I thought I’d linked the original story to the article, but it turns out I hadn’t. And people have noticed. This is my variation …
The first step of the Whisky Works project involved swelling the oak barrel with water for three days. Andrew emptied the water yesterday and filled the barrel with the provided whisky. The recovered water, pictured here, is light amber, almost the colour of urine. Not …