Baked Nectarines

That’s a photograph of me on holiday in Portugal. I’ve just discovered nectarines, and the look says it all. ‘Please don’t take it away’, my eyes plead, as my fingers dig into the nectarine flesh, squelching the juice down my chubby baby arms. Whoever put a plate in front of me was being very optimistic.… 

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Christmas Traditions: Marzipan Fruit

Christmas is a time of tradition. But tradition is a fluid thing.

For a while there was the tradition of Dad finding waifs and strays on Christmas Day and bringing them back for lunch—but that petered out after couple of real odd balls…. 

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