Okay so not everyone knows someone who owns a vineyard – but if you do, then there’s a chance you’ll understand what this is all about.
Whilst an army of experienced seasonal labourers gets to work at harvest time, smaller vineyards rally additional support, calling on friends, family, loyal customers, neighbours and passers-by to help them safely gather in the precious fruits.
And it’s great fun! Continue reading It’s a family affair
Any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.
Sandra Boynton: Chocolate, the Consuming Passion
All hail the mighty cocoa bean – it’s Chocolate Week again.
This humble bean, which grows in equatorial lands has encircled the globe with its feisty fruit.
Once a savoury and heartening drink – prized above gold by the ancient Aztecs – it’s now a deliciously sweet treat be it melted, frothed, baked or prettified. Continue reading Win a chocolate-making kit
‘Wahaca was born from our love of fresh, honest, Mexican market food’
Thomasina Miers, Co-founder Wahaca.
Though Pork Belly and I are widely travelled we have never been to Mexico. We have eaten in Mexican-style restaurants in Texas, and sipped a fair few tequilas in our time, but can’t claim to have eaten ‘authentic’ Mexican street food. But based on our recent trip to Wahaca in Chichester I think we might like it. Continue reading Wahaca
There’s a hopeful feel when you look at a newly-planted vineyard. An almost certainty that with a smidgin of sun, a drop of rain, much patience, technical skill, a touch of alchemy and a little time, something rather wonderful will happen.
Visiting Hidden Spring in Sussex on a cool but gloriously sunny day, revelling in the sight of majestic oaks (dropping their acorns almost onto my head) sipping a chilled and elegant white wine and hearing the story of how this old vineyard is gradually being brought back to life, reminded me that autumn is my favourite season. Continue reading Hidden Spring Vineyard
It’s the time of year when even townies like myself start to think of the harvest.
When I was young the tradition of Harvest Festival was very much part of my life – the local church and school united to share the fruits of our own, or someone else’s, labour with those less fortunate. As childish trebles piped “we plough the fields and scatter’ we brought shoe-boxes full of jam, jelly, flour and, for some obscure reason, tins of baked beans. Continue reading Best of British