sprinklefingers

i realize i may have a slight addiction to hugh fearnley-whittingstall’s column in the uk’s guardian. and i’m sorry. i just can’t help it. i wish he was my brother. or uncle. i also wish i could go visit him for a spell - me & hugh checking out the pastures, whipping up some late summer berry jam, tucking in to a delicious dinner. sigh.

because that’s not possible, i simply read his column. all. the. time.

and look at this! fun recipes for prepping with kids! falafel even. ah, hugh. you’re really something. no, really. you are.