Waste not, want not – I

Both my parents grew up in the UK in the Second World War: Mum in Oxford, where her mother took in evacuees and then later also billeted soldiers. Dad grew up in Glasgow, and with his sister, Belle, evacuated to a poultry farm . Consequently, we grew up constantly hearing, "waste not, want not".  Little was thrown … Continue reading Waste not, want not – I

A twisted Vicheysoisse, among other things…

For the last year or so, I have been making and selling seasonal soups at our local pop-up market.  A soup that I made on a whim, and which we enjoyed, didn't take off, so I didn't make it again.  In my recollection, there had been no sales.  Then, imagine my surprise, two Saturdays' ago, … Continue reading A twisted Vicheysoisse, among other things…