If I could make a bargain with the universe over what I was allowed to eat without causing an eczema flare-up, I wouldn't ask for much. It turns out, if I don't eat butter I eat a lot less bread, and if I eat a lot less bread I eat a lot less cheese. I … Continue reading Give me this at least
Surveying the trolley after doing the grocery shopping last night, I realised that – for someone who is supposed not to be eating wheat anymore – I still have way too much invested in beautiful bread. It's the stuff of life! The big Waitrose in MK does a sliced (and toaster-shaped) sourdough from the Bertinet … Continue reading The Boy in the Bread Bubble
When people talk about detoxing, they’re usually referring to the idea of cleaning out your system by abstaining from something for a period of time, or by only eating one genre of food for a weekend or so. So a weekend drinking nothing but fruit juice, for example, or a (first two weeks of) January … Continue reading Detox yer box
I've been (trying to be) gluten free (GF) for four weeks now, and I've spent three weekends in a row experimenting with various ingredients to make baked goods and other things. I've also raided the supermarket shelves for GF items with mixed success. Although some of the seeded breads are okay in small quantities, and … Continue reading Breakfast at Teffany’s?
In all the years I worked at the old place, I summoned the courage to cycle in just once. It was a 19-mile journey, which I managed at a respectable 15 mph. But I put the bike on the roof of the car to get home, and I never did it again. Tuesday is Strava's … Continue reading Biking to Work
For the past couple of years I've been suffering (although that's a strong term for what is an inconvenient irritation at most) from a permanently split thumbnail. Of all the signs of encroaching old age that one might fear (creaking joints, high blood pressure, spreading waistline), grooved fingernails seems like something trivial, but when one … Continue reading Thumbnail sketches
Got back from France the day before the new school term. Boy, that was a long holiday. We arrived back home around three in the afternoon after a 12-hour drive, punctuated with fast food at the Burger King in the Eurotunnel terminal (what happened to Quick?). Within an hour, I was out on the bike … Continue reading Home again, home again