One of the things that charmed me about New Zealand before we came to live here was the seasonal nature of food. It seems my fantasy of a fine upstanding country that would not be plagued by globalisation has been broken with the sight of strawberries in the... If you’re ever looking for a pick me up I find reaching for some ginger has the desired effect. Home made hot lemon and with a spoon of ginger paste is my standard way to regain my brain after a few coaching calls back to back. It has a reinvigorating effect... I never thought that my New Zealand baking odyssey this year would also be a lesson history. One of our recent baking exploits took us back to the Boer War and the Siege of Ladysmith to be precise. Under siege for 118 days when food became scarce it’s hardly... On damp weekends in the UK on occasion we used to take comfort in one of our favourite home stores. Not only could I salivate over tiles, paints and bathrooms I could dream about owning the Rolls Royce of cookers – an Aga. I fantasised about baking bread,... Many of my holiday memories revolve around food. What I ate and drank where linger longer for me that some of the sights we saw. Sometimes it’s the sheer pleasure of dining at leisure or sampling a local delight. A few weeks ago we ventured to replicate... 