Despite my mother being British, I had never, to my recollection, tasted fish and chips until a family vacation to England when I was twelve. And based on that experience, it is highly unlikely I could have had it without remembering.
Flaky white fish surrounded by steamy hot, golden brown fried batter, bursting with
I firmly believe that NO New Year’s resolution should begin on January 1st. Not on a day that quite often requires a Bloody Mary, where there are 5 cigarettes left in your “last” pack and the remains of a Chocolate Chestnut Cake (recipe in a later post) left in the fridge. Not to mention that gyms are closed on New Years Day, or if