This pie has been made, eaten, and thoroughly enjoyed on several occasions in the last 2 years or so. Mr Pear had it for his 30th birthday picnic last year. My parents ate half of it on another picnic a weekend ago. I have eaten it alone, hoovering up slice after slice of peaches and … Continue reading
Being a part of the Lolita fashion scene in London has encouraged me to nurture several things in life: a lack of shame, good friends, and quite particular tastes. I’m not so active in the actual frillying-up now, but I still retain an affection for consuming the strange and the sweet. Over the past year … Continue reading
What an unfortunate photo of an ugly-looking soup. What about this? Does nam prik pao make it a bit less ugly, maybe? Nevermind. You’ve met face to face; let’s make the introductions and be over with it. Internet, meet Old-Fashioned Tom Yam Soup. Enchanté, howdy doody, etc. I am sure it is pleased to meet … Continue reading
The Furious Pear Pie 
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