We woke up to a cold southerly this morning, like somebody kicked the door in and a bone chilling draft came out of nowhere. This kind of weather makes me crave rich wintery goodness in my belly, the kind that puts you in a food coma all day long. Light salad seems an insult to freezing fingers. In fact anything that doesn't involve butter or stock or rich tomato - go away, you peppy foods - don’t come back until I can feel my toes.
Of course, that heavy feeling post-Mount Everest (of lasagna) means climbing into a tangle of warm sheets for digestive purposes. It is simply the best sensation on earth and I’ve resolved to not limit going to bed to just once a day. It's an official winter necessity for our household over the next three months.
On a side note - I love this pan wall. Can I please get it in my kitchen now?
Posted by Sylvia Holman