Westward Bound

The day after tomorrow at this time I’ll be in the air on my way to the land of my birth.  It will have been close to 10 months since I have been back. I had to forego the December-January trip because my Achilles tendon let me down, so to speak, and so I haven’t… Continue reading Westward Bound

Olive-Onion Boule

Our 17th century kitchen doesn’t have an open hearth with a spit for roasting venison, but still, it feels like it could have.  There is a cubby hole in one wall that clearly used to be an oven with a fire underneath.  Now, it hides recycling containers and a rubbish bin.  Next to it is… Continue reading Olive-Onion Boule