I must have Italian roots! My trip to Italy.

I think I must have been Italian in one of my last lives, because from the moment I first landed in Italy I felt like I was home. I was raised in an Irish/Scots/English home, something of a barren wasteland of flavours. Over cooked roast and grey Brussels sprouts was typical fare. Our neighbours were […]

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What I learned in Chianti

If you want to make sure that the Chianti you choose is spectacular and not the wine that Hannibal Lector drank, always look for the big black rooster on the label.  Its the Chianti Classico Consortium’s seal of approval. Everyone Chianti Classico we tried was brilliant, and trust me I drank of a lot of […]

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