I've spent two bank holidays in a row in the garden. Sunshine and exercise had brought on the need to eat light, fresh flavours–but I'm not in the mood for a salad quite yet. Continue reading Rob’s Springtime Chicken
I've always worked unusual shift patterns, which mean I get days off in the week. At least one of those is a cooking day, where I cogitate over a bubbling pot of deliciousness. Those days are gone.