I feel like I’m becoming a bit like those chefs you hear about, or those Italian mammas, who cook by feel. A wodge of that, a glug of that (as per Jamie Oliver – love him). Don’t get me wrong. I follow recipes strictly, until I know them well enough to ad lib. But this…
Nanna Tucker’s Pastie Slice
Oh, the memories! Of summer days spent at our grandparents’ house in the country. Sunset joy rides on the ferry, walks with the dog, a cockatiel that whistled ‘Pop goes the weasel’, a clock ticking in the hall. Biggles books in the lounge room, pigface growing in a disused tractor tyre, metal seats on the lawn.…