The week when I…(2)

Wouldn’t the return to school have been much easier if we all had chocolate pencils from Leonidas? I should have written something in between this week’s summary and last week, but instead I: Wrote: a Brussels food and drink guide for TheTaste (thanks to Erica for putting in a word for me). There are so…

The week when I…

My memory is patchy. I’ll hang on to knowledge that is only useful for a pub quiz, but forget what my boyfriend looks like (cue awkward airport reunions).¬†When it comes to making recommendations of things to do, I lose my head completely. Lists are my friends. So hopefully this is the start of a good…

End of the road eating

When I first decided to take off to the end of the road, i.e. Tofino, I assumed there wouldn’t be much in terms of culinary goodness going on here. Was I wrong! Comments have been made on how active I’ve been during my time here, but most of that was in an effort to wear…

To market! To market!

Holidays when I was younger were always taken with the Brackens. First to Rosscarbery, then to Portugal and the Canaries, the eleven of us would cause consternation in small restaurants and on beaches. Food was always fresh and local, especially fish that had just jumped out of the sea on to a hot grill. One…