Picnics

Ever since i was a child, i have loved picnics. My father was in the military so in the school holidays we would often return to the UK to spend time with family and because Daddy doesnt believe in prolonging journeys... stopping for food was a no no. Hence the picnics, eaten in the car whilst on the autobahn. Bovril or salami and cheese rolls, hard boiled eggs, fresh tomatos with a pinch of salt. Simple food, wrapped up in paper napkins.
Im the opposite of my father in that respect. I love exploring places found by chance when going elsewhere but picnics are still one of my favourite things. Sandwiches, hard boiled eggs, scotch eggs, salami sticks (something else ive loved since childhood).

Composing the perfect sandwich.
Ive spent many happy hours trying to compose my perfect sandwich. As a young girl, i used to put everything i could find into a crusty roll and retire to my sofa, curled up in a ball to munch and read. Hard boiled eggs, salami, ham, cucumber, pickle, cheese, tomatos... anything in the fridge was fair game. However, with age has come some restraint. I still prefer crusty rolls, soft on the inside but with plenty of bite on the outside but ive downsized the filling somewhat.

My current favourite has to be slices of chorizo and salami mixed up with salsa, tomato slices and phildephia. Each bite oozes with fresh tomato goodness and salty meat.

A Brief Introduction

Some of my earliest memories involve my parent's kitchen and getting to lick the bowl clean of the fairycake mixture. As long as i can remember i have loved cooking and food. There is nothing better than preparing a meal for people you love and seeing the looks of pleasure and happiness on their faces as they eat.