When you have to get up from the dinner table every 15 minutes it’s either because you’re reaching an age where your bladder can no longer be trusted or because you own a record player. I remember the amazement of the first CD player; the quality of the sound and more than anything, the factContinue reading “For the Record”
And so we have been told that we can open for business again. Out of an abundance of caution, we decided to limit our first week to just Fuego, with areas demarcated for tables, walkways taped to the floors and capacity limited to one seating only. I think this is the time for us toContinue reading “May the 4th. Be with us.”
I’m not quite sure how this happened! Here we are entering week 6 of the lock-down and I have not given you a single recipe for any desserts whatsoever. It’s terribly remiss of me, so I am going to add some in very quick succession, I promise. Sitting at my dining table with a coffee,Continue reading “Desserts in the Social Desert”
The morning starts with J.S. Bach and a bit of Violin and Harpsichord. Birds chirping outside, the 18th century inside, perfect for this time of the day.
The Sunday papers, a good cup of coffee, now we only need some good music.