My personal diary of things that interest me, for those who know me, or would like to.
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
I've just been accused by my dear friend Z of being a cook, which I suppose I am, though I rarely do it properly these days, unless motivated. But I remembered that I have over the years kept a book of things I, or others around me, have made up and thought good enough to preserve. (The recipes I mean, not the dishes.)
So here's the first in an occasional series. I will label them 'cooking', and you will get the original text: there's no way I'm re-typing that lot.