I remember when I was 17 and I declared to my mother that I was going to be a vegetarian. She said of course I was, and proceeded to ignore me. She wasn’t going to go out of her way, as she put it “for a phase”, and make special meals for me. I would simply have to make do with what she deemed vegetarian. It all came to an emotional head when she served me yet another baked potato. What it boiled down to? She didn’t know how to cook ‘vegetarian’. Continue reading
You watch the vines come to life in the spring and then slowly the leaves start to unfurl and tiny grapes begin to make themselves shown. You harvest, you press and ultimately you make wine. Then you watch, wait, test, test again, keep testing, adjust, taste, adjust, put in a barrel and finally!… bottle.
Through this all it never really occurs to you what it will be called. Continue reading
The last month has been fraught with emotion as our little Maggie (pet duck) has grown up and started laying eggs. It is probably no coincidence it began with the arrival of Meeney, Minhy and Mo, two drakes and a female respectively. Continue reading