Well would you look at that, a new year. Life eh? Just continuing to happen, with its ups and downs, and deaths, and holidays, and babies and exes and sisters and former flatmates and great old friends and new ones too. Weddings and rain and brunch and beaches and espresso martinis and stone fruit and pork buns and, ahem, rice pudding.
Because January starts to feel just a teeeeeency bit like unemployment when you're a freelancer, I thought there was simply not a better time than now to dust off ye olde food blog, and write up some damn recipes. Because just like in the glory days of my food blogging career (heartbreak pie circa 2010-11) I'm single and home alone and ever so slightly melancholy on a Sunday night.
