Reflections in, on and round about…with a lot of cooking on the side
I only ever knew one grandparent. It's a partly a function of the era in which I grew up and partly because we literally lived continents apart. John and Mary Cameron, late 1950s or early 1960s These are my Scottish grandparents. My father's father, John Cameron, died before I was born. How long before? I … Continue reading Grandparents, guides and mentors
What's in a name? You may well ask. My parents rarely, if ever actually called me "Fiona", even though it was the name they chose for me. My father only ever used my given name if he was getting serious about something. For years I loathed it. Why? Thank you for asking. But first: They … Continue reading What’s in a name?
Other than beer, there were three things that my Dad cooked. One was stovies, another soda scones and the third, tattie scones. My mother claimed she couldn't bake anything, let alone scones. Realistically though, neither of these scones were never baked - baking happens in the oven, right? Rather, they are cooked on a girdle … Continue reading Dad’s Famous Tattie Scones
I have been blogging since February 2014. That's more than seven years, I now realise. It's been an interesting journey that began, just focusing on food and recipes. Because of a chance remark on Facebook. It was not without trepidation that I registered on WordPress; it was at least a week, if not more, before … Continue reading Embracing Silver, Gold and Onyx