In early 2000, aged just 22, I began relief managing a gourmet pizza restaurant in Cape Town. I have no idea why the owner decided to trust a 22yr old with his business while he and his family went away but I must have done a decent job because next thing I knew, I was… Continue reading I know pizza

I am meant to be in London having lunch with a work colleague and plundering Uniqlo for some new clothes. Instead, I am at home with wasted ferry tickets, a was-vomiting-but-is-now-fine EEROD and and over-eater of a baby. I have given the kids over to the TV and discovered a wonderful (and yet probably completely… Continue reading Alternative uses for an IKEA high chair. Also, Lamb biryani.

Why I thought having a baby in January was a good idea, I will never know. Nature clearly decided a belated Christmas gift was exactly what I needed. I am only moaning because this year Christmas in our new house on the Island has been a constant stream of guests, food, linen changes and washing up… Continue reading How not to bake a Belle cake