Chestnut crumble

I’m always tempted to buy fresh chestnuts. It’s their rich glossy brown shells that get me, but as soon as I’ve bought them I start fretting about what I’m going to do with them.

I’m always tempted to buy fresh chestnuts. It’s their rich glossy brown shells that get me, but as soon as I’ve bought them I start fretting about what I’m going to do with them.

If I could resist harvesting my fennel bulbs, they would have babies, slim fennel-ettes would start forming that I could pluck out leaving the plant to continue growing and forming more of the same. But I can’t, of course.

Have you ever smoked a pot? No, no, not pot; I mean a pot, a saucepan. I have recently had the misfortune to do so. It’s a bad smell. And I’ve been here before.

It may be a cliché, but feta served with a salad of olives, tomatoes and bread and drizzled with olive oil, makes a fabulous summer lunch.

Luca’s feast day – rocking the favourites.

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