Life with Hens
I got hens at the urging of my sister, a long-standing Black Rock devotee. They’d be useful for lovely eggs for breakfast I thought, and took up her offer of a delivery of 8 in the first few months of…
I got hens at the urging of my sister, a long-standing Black Rock devotee. They’d be useful for lovely eggs for breakfast I thought, and took up her offer of a delivery of 8 in the first few months of…
A lot of people have commented on the granola I make here. In a nice way, I should add, not from choking or as they surreptitiously feed it to the hens. I had planned to keep it secret, as I…
Today I managed to knock over a cafetière FULL of newly made coffee. It’s hard to describe quite how far reaching coffee grounds in water can be when you haven’t squished down the top filter. And also how hard it…
I am slightly ashamed of the disappointment I feel when I sit down to breakfast in a hotel and get a pot of tea with only one teabag and there is NOTHING to be done except accept the sadness of…
The polytunnel is going up in an effort to have it ready for the spring planting. It’s a distraction in some ways as it’s meant a LOT of digging and levelling and hefting of wheelbarrows and wheelbarrows and wheelbarrows of…
I have been experimenting over winter with new bakes for welcoming guests, adding to the brownies, lemon drizzle and scones that were the favourites before. This one is Ottolenghi’s carrot cake. I put it off at first as it’s made…
*This theme will run and run I suspect, as good food places are opening up all over the place. And in justice to my guests, I’m checking them all out. Today was Kimbers Farm Shop, Cafe and general things shop…