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Cooking on Planet Grief is a necessary and mostly soulless chore, but I have to nourish myself. I have two fantasies at the moment: the first is popping my clogs by spontaneous human combustion, thereby proving it does exist whilst being able to join my husband; the second is becoming the sole winner of the Euro […]
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This morning I am ill. Sick to the stomach not just with grief, but with prawns. Even typing the word ‘prawns’ makes me feel queasy so I won’t mention them again in this post, but I promise I will tell you about them soon so that you don’t make the same recipe I did – […]
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In May 2007, I was in a beauty salon in East Kent having a pedicure. It’s the type of salon where people drop in not just for a Brazilian, but a gossip. That Saturday, instead of the usual small town tittle-tattle, there was only one subject on everyone’s lips: the disappearance of little Madeleine McCann. […]
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Last night’s requirements were that whatever I cooked had to be quick (so I could watch the soaps and get out of the lonely kitchen as quickly as possible), used up stuff in the fridge, and also contained fresh veggies. After Saturday’s minestrone soup, Sunday saw a sorry little microwaveable curry, because the sobbing had […]
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Saturday was a sobby day despite social engagements, so that evening, I decided to cook comforting minestrone soup, the recipe for which I found in the comments section of Justine Picardie’s blog. I love Justine’s writing, have seen her in action at a literary ‘do’ and found her book If the Spirit Moves You fascinating. […]
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I’ve added a new category to the blog: Cooking on Planet Grief. If you look to the far right of the Home page there is a section titled: Categories. If you want to just check in with my culinary progress and ignore all the grief stuff (and believe me, sometimes I want to ignore my […]
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