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When I was about 11, I had a book called 101 Things a Girl Can Do. As it was published in the 30s, the authors were surprisingly optimistic about the things a girl can do, exhorting readers to get acquainted with hammers and nails as well as crochet hooks and knitting needles. But the one [...]
After much hankering, I have finally given in and bought a pasta machine. It rocks - it looks so industrial and businesslike and meaningful clamped to the bench top. Just makes you want to make pasta.
I chose the egg and flour method for my first ever batch. It’s a bit like making bread dough since [...]
There have been many wonderful movies about food. High on my list of favourites is Chocolat, with the wonderful Johnny Depp, and Juliette Binoche as the magical chocolate maker. Another movie I watch at least once a year is Moonstruck with Nicholas Cage as the passionate bread maker romancing a luminous Cher under the spell [...]
Cheryl, her hair exploding into a rainbow colored mass of curls, slipped on a blue and white checkered apron with Jezebels’s embroidered across the bib, and tied the strings in a lavish bow. She had used three different colors of hairspray, and Briony gave the result an anxious look.
“That won’t flake off into the food, [...]
“My, my, it’s Mr. Excitement,” Cheryl murmured, as Briony got up to greet her fiancé.
Briony knew Cheryl’s opinion of Ian – she thought him useful, in a way, but dull. She sometimes asked his advice on property matters, but apart from that, they had little in common. Cheryl didn’t see that having a good head [...]
Briony left Mike Lawless staring after her, a puzzled frown on his face. She fumed as she skipped down the path, hurrying to catch the fishing boats that were even now tying up at the quay. All her attempts to be generous about the tourist boom drained away. How could she be thankful for tourists [...]
The morning sun sparkled on the turquoise waters of the bay. As far as the eye could see in both directions the sand stretched in a dazzling white curve, fringed with drooping pandanus palms, their creeping trunks propped up by many legs like petrified sea monsters. Flocks of noddy terns, white-capped heads bobbing, foraged in [...]
