Jane In The Kitchen

Tuesday, August 31st Both daughters decided that a long lunch with us each day and then evenings spent together in Caz’s Barn while John and I are doing our usual news watching in the house, perhaps an episode of West Wing thrown in, was the perfect way for Alison to have a few days off […]

Friday July 9th The Haitian Prime Minister was murdered yesterday, the new Delta variant is killing people across the world, climate change is scorching the planet while I went to buy fish. Our outdoor Fish Kiosk, a tiny drive-through with a kindly owner who has been fishing for fifty years, opened the sliding window to

Kent, England, 1956 The small kitchen was hot and steamy and my mother’s hair was starting to curl. We were having a face off with the huge pot of beef stew sitting between us. I had served the first course to our houseful of paying guests and Mum had made a stew for lunch because

A friend on our road is having a birthday dinner tonight that is turning into a ‘hurrah we can party’ party and she has invited a horde of people. She wrote an email to all the guests telling them it is potluck but ‘Jane will make appetizers’ and a list of other known bakers and

Each day brings old memories as if they had just happened, clear pictures arriving in full blast, a reminder of another life and today, a moment of remembering delicacies we haven’t eaten in what seems like forever. The only father-in-law I ever knew decided, as his new daughter was arriving at their summer house for