A Free-From Christmas Wish.

A tailored version of Clement Clarke Moore’s classic ‘A Visit From St Nicholas’ for all my diet restricted friends out there. T’was the night before Christmas when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In the hopes that St Nicholas…

Mountain Cake?

So I’m wandering through the wilderness of the mountains like a lost child, searching through the mist for any sign of civilisation, and just as I’m about the give up hope and resign myself to life as mountain stray, in the distance I spot a tiny farmhouse that will be my saviour! Plus they have…

It’s the final countdown.

WE’RE ALL GOIN’ ON A, SUMMER HOLIDAY. NO MORE WORKIN’ FOR A, WEEK OR TWO. (oh hello outdated song reference? Don’t know where you came from…) SO, I suppose I should get to the finale of this bloomin’ trilogy of features about the elimination process I went through to figure out my food and drink…