I hate being surprised by what day it is. If you hear me say “Where did January go?” or “how is it half way through the year already?” know that I am internally cringing. Moaning about how quickly time is passing is cliché and I don’t like doing it. Continue reading →

I buy books I don’t read, salad I don’t eat and recipe books I don’t use. I buy them with good intentions and yet they ultimately don’t make me more well-read, healthier or more adventurous with cooking. ‘Tsundoku’ is a Japanese word which means allowing books to pile up unread. The fact there is a word for this reassures me this is a symptom of the human condition rather than a flaw unique to me. Continue reading →