I realise the title sounds like a euphemism for food poisoning. But that’s not where I’m going with this. I’m just trying to show you
Once upon a time, when I was but a brooding teenager fooling around in the kitchen in my childhood home, I suddenly felt adventurous. What
Turning thirty was pretty painful and spurned on all sorts of existential questions such as: Why am I here? What’s it all for? And how
Bored with my usual porridge and enamoured with making my own semi-dried tomatoes I recently walked down the vegetable aisle at the supermarket unaware that
I’ve decided to stop whining about boring mueslis and make my own. It’s as simple as that and so is this recipe.