This
weekend I was recklessly and wildly extravagent. I spent all of Sunday afternoon pottering around between the kitchen and the living room, making my favourite
moussaka.
It’s easy to forget how sensual and soothing cooking is when you get caught up in fraught weeknight cookery. I’ve been trapped in a rut many a time, feeling incipient dread at having to bang out yet another meal and wondering when spending time in my kitchen stopped being fun. A
weekend of gentle and— (...)
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Tags: Moussaka, Slow, Weekend