RecipeMuncher

It’s the new year. We’re one week in and I’m still getting my footing. The bang of fireworks at midnight seven days ago acted as my starter’s pistol - the get-go for the clipping pace the days have taken.  I don’t know if I can still wish you a happy year, there must be an expiry date on the phrase, just as I don’t know if I should be this bouncy over a January salad. But I am. Smitten with radishes and celery and apple. And I do wish you grand times ahe (...)