The first time I cook a turkey is a week before my mother dies.
For years I have been looking for Xmas Perfect—the family Xmas portrayed in Enid Blyton storybooks, TV commercials, and American sitcoms. Continue reading “Looking for Xmas Perfect”
I’m a holiday season phobic. Just call me Anti-Christmas or Scrooge. Continue reading “Christmas? Bah. Humbug. And yet…”