Scorched Thumbs
In a busy kitchen, in a fine fish restaurant, on the tip of the Causeway coast, a young chef in training was perfecting a creamy lemon and tarragon sauce. Fionn … Continue reading
June 23, 2016 · Leave a comment
Blood Soaked Bread
I had some errands to run that day. The bakery felt abrasive and hostile, despite the warm smell of bread wafting in my nostrils. A sense of dread, was building … Continue reading
October 19, 2015 · Leave a comment