Gooseberry Fool
Tonight was night number 2 as a slave to the kitchen stove in 28 deg heat (unheard of in Brussels). Again I stared long and hard at the bag of gooseberries. My beloved was still working hard in Holland, the kids were again tucked up in bed, and I had some handy hints on gooseberry … Continue reading
Why is gooseberry jam always pink?
Sat behind my computer I wonder how I am going to go forward with this blog. It’s already past midnight, the kids are curled up in bed, and as usual I have spent way too long surfing the net instead of doing the tidying up. Guilt will kick in later as my beloved is in … Continue reading