Being a massive dork, my first ever girls' holiday was a trip to Rome for New Year's Eve. We were drunk on culture by day and just drunk by night! We argued over a Welshman (my friend won), I argued with a tour guide throughout the duration of a tour of the Coliseum, we cleared … Continue reading Rome and Amatriciana Sauce
Gnocchi and roasted red pepper sauce.
I adore gnocchi. The best I've ever had was from a restaurant a few side streets away from Piazza Navona in Rome. They were like little pillowy clouds and were encased in a light creamy sauce. I loved that meal, although the panna cotta was so bouncy, you could have used them for breast implants! … Continue reading Gnocchi and roasted red pepper sauce.
An ode to a macaron.
Ah, the ubiquitous 'macaron'. I remember the first time I beheld one (long before people began furiously 'pinning' them senseless). I was skulking around a market in the South of France, probably in a mood because a) the only dress I deemed passable turned out to be a harem pant playsuit or b) the 67,000 … Continue reading An ode to a macaron.
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