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Easy Tomato Chutney
My mother was the jam maker and my father preserved hundreds of jars of fruit,every summer. We ate one huge jar of peaches or pears every day at breakfast – if the season had been good. So it was kind of rare for one of my parents to make a chutney or relish. My great…
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Confessions of a Basement Farmer with a Frisbee
Back to the Farm. There is more to this little farm than meets the eye. And in the interests of honest and transparent discussion I feel I must tell you something. I have been hiding this from you. I have a confession to make. In a very large iron bathtub, down there in the gloom…
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Route 66 and Lasagne
A wee while ago we traveled down Route 66 from Chicago to California. We did not get to eat any lasagna on our travels. Because no-one wants any lasagna other than Mama’s. I am going to part with my old family lasagna recipe. I have no photos of the dish itself as it is very…
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Route 66 and Lasagne
A wee while ago we traveled down Route 66 from Chicago to California. We did not get to eat any lasagna on our travels. Because no-one wants any lasagna other than Mama’s. I am going to part with my old family lasagna recipe. I have no photos of the dish itself as it is very…
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Don’t look, revolting shots today.
My Mother had a spider, who sat down beside her and lived in her wash-house (in our house we called the laundry the wash-house). This spider was called Elizabeth. A perfectly lovely name for a spider I always thought. Anyway Mum said that she did not do major housework in the wash-house because it might…
The Kitchen's Garden 