cherry tomatoes straight from my garden: mum would be proud.

Blogging is such a self indulgent activity. I mean week after week, for almost two years I’ve been sitting down and writing about whatever takes my fancy. From dinner with Alain Ducasse to my journey to start eating and actually enjoying bananas to sharing my family’s tradition of fake Christmas, it’s been pretty much me, me, me. And to be honest, the thought to change this would probably never have entered my small mind had it not been for a comment left a few weeks ago by a lovely sounding girl called Charlotte. Read the rest of this entry »