Reading Material

Every Wednesday, all the grandchildren would finish school and we would be picked up by my granny. We would go to the newsagents and pick a magazine or comic, and some sweets. The sweets were often chocolate eclairs, or Munchies and I got into the routine of choosing teen girl’s magazines, things like Just 17, […]

Working Girl’s Spaghetti (v)

I looked up the translation for the word puttanesca today. I think I’ve come across the term before. If my memory serves me right, it was Nigella that first brought the name to my attention, the little fridge-raiding minx. The translation is ‘whore’s spaghetti’. Ok. Not content with that, Nigella proceeded to name it ‘slut […]