An old hippy at heart, and a warming lentil dhal soup
I had a happy and thankfully uneventful childhood. However, I cannot deny I escaped it completely un-scarred. My Mum was a bit of a hippy at heart, but not the ‘cool’ (but not very practical) away-with-the-fairies-pot-smoking-flower-wearing kind. More of the no-TV-until-I-was-five-only-cake-made-with-wholemeal-flour-and-definitely-no-biscuits-and-sweets type. So, I had to watch You and Me at friends houses and eat … Continue reading