I am recently in love with banana bread- I mean really, the smell of bananas and butter wafting through the house is just- oh heavenly!
I know my heart belongs in the kitchen. Once upon a time when I was a little girl (maybe not so little) of maybe sixteen or seventeen, I wanted to live in the country, and have a beautiful spacious sunlit kitchen with a big island counter in the middle. Continue reading
When I receive a text from a brief friendship struck over a three hour train journey from Nice to Paris (because I got kicked out of my seat in the midst of the 8 hour journey- two hours extra due to the train strike) today, I was pleasantly surprised.
8438 miles away but I was still in her thoughts.