You know it's winter when you're searching for your fourth pie recipe of the week and the slow cooker has made its way onto the kitchen bench. or signup to continue reading So far this week I've eaten ; a serve of , a country chicken pie which I amended to use up the rest of the filo and make it just for one; a little lamb and mint pie I picked up from at the Capital Region Farmers Market; and from Three Mills Bakery; both of which have the added bonus of being able to cook from frozen. You could say the week has almost been pie-fection.
I just love winter. Not only for the comforting changes that appear on the dining table, but for so many more things. And is there any better place to be in winter than our nation's capital? You wake up on a foggy morning, some people will whinge about the damp, grey start.
But those of us who know, know once the fog lifts we're in for a cracker of a day. I love a bright blue winter's day. Even if there's a bit of wind chill.
Nothing that a good coat, a beanie and a pair of gloves won't fix. I also love a rainy day. It gives me an excuse to do a couple of these things.
Features editor and fellow book nerd Sally Pryor and I have been fan-girling over Miranda July's latest (Allen and Unwin, Canongate, $32.99). It's about a woman, of a certain age, up-ending her life.
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