Nostalgia in times of need

It’s been a particularly hard weekend and last few days.  My dear Nan has been hospitalised for the last 8 weeks (after major life saving surgery), and while we knew she wasn’t going back to her home, we thought she may have made it to a nice wing in a rest home.  Instead she has been moved…

This morning I rocked out the Iron, and I liked it

I hate ironing, I buy clothes that I don’t have to iron, because I don’t enjoy all the ironing.  I iron Tim’s work shirts though, call me mad.  I have noticed that the kids are now producing little ironing piles of their own, how old do you think they should be before I teach them…

Nana’s Kitchen

I’ve been looking at recipes recently that should probably fall into the group “Nana’s Kitchen” for one of three reasons;  either it was something that she used to make, something that reminds me of her or something that has no business coming out of anywhere but Nan’s kitchen. A perfect example of this was one…