
I’m cramming in all my christmas socialising into one week, as I’m off to Brazil on Wednesday. (Expect numerous posts on love, misadventure and misunderstandings). (You’ve been warned). Anyway at my pseudo xmas-office-party-style do tonight I might make a christmas cake (can’t be that hard, right?) as I found my grandmother’s recipe book from 1940 this week. It was a wedding present, left blank for her culinary discoveries. It’s remained blank for the last 71 years, bar ‘Wartime Christmas Cake 1940′. So today I might honour the recipe. Honour the unfinishedness of the book and think of her being a new wife 71 years ago, trying to be a good one.


















