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Ripe I cry
I haven’t spelt the title wrong. This isn’t a rant about rape, even though it’s a subject very much in the news as I write. (And even though I’m often inclined to rant about rape. With reason.) No, the title’s … Continue reading
Oh, sweet-heart! (and why you don’t need a cake tin to make a sponge cake)
I’ve thought a lot about the warthogs and I’ve reached a conclusion. They’re not going to stop me. I need out. I need to shop – no, don’t be sexist, not that kind of shopping, food shopping. I’m cooking for … Continue reading
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Tagged cake, cooking, Heavenly Valley, ice cream, Romance, Swaziland, Warthogs
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