The day was Thursday.

It was cold and rainy.

I knew where I was going to have lunch, the same place I always go when I am in the Wairarapa.

Cafe Mirabelle in Carterton was the scene of the pie crime.

The pie was beef in redwine with mushrooms. It had pieces of smoked ham hock. The pastry was flakey and buttery, and had a little bit of crunch.

I am guiity of happily devouring that pie, and then... Read more

Last night I had a dream that my job was to deliver scones and coffee to people around the city on Rollerskates. It was a great job, but I had competition, another girl on rollerskates who delivered cupcakes and coffee. We didn't like each other very much and ended up having a street fight, there was cheese and icing everywhere. Scones won in the end (thats me, remember. It was my dream after all). It... Read more

It was the Kings birthday today, what do you do for the King for his birthday? Well, you let him sleep in and you bake him a chocolate cake. Depending on the king, you could also buy him a new pair of shoes, and if he wants a ham and cheese croissant for second breakfast then you should get it for him.

This recipe is from the Falling Cloudberries book... Read more