A bastardized version of another recipe, I created some salted oatmeal cookies that were mildly disappointing when out of the oven, but tasted moist and yummy the next day and thereafter.
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French Market Goodies
Every few months, a bunch of French artisans cross the Channel early in the morning and set up a day-long authentic market full of goodies in one of our local seaside towns (Seaford).
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May Day in Eastbourne
Today is May Day, the UK-bank holiday equivalent of Labor Day in the US. We took the morning to explore the more rural side of the Eastbourne coast, on the south side of town, at the mouth of famous Beachy Head.
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Happy Sheep
They say that happy cows come from California. I need no further proof that happy sheep come from England.
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Gardens of Lewes
Walking around our current hometown the other week, we stumbled upon a hidden garden treasure:
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A novel success
Last night, I reached a very minor milestone but one that I am proud of nonetheless: I finished my second novel. Its predecessor (they are not part of a series, but two, distinct books) is still sitting on my USB drive as a first draft, and last night when I typed “The End” after about 62,000 words for the second time, I feel qualified to officially call myself a novelist. Well, not to anyone’s face quite yet, but more as a personal mantra.
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Wakehurst Wonders
Coming from California (the land where everything grows), I am constantly amazed by the diversity of flora here in southeast England. Nowhere is it more apparent than in the Kew Royal Botanical Gardens of Wakehurst. Continue reading
Mustard, hills, and sea
Spring mustard blazes on the estate of the future winery where my husband will come to call home in the years to come. The rolling hills of the South Downs fold into the Cuckmere River, snaking its way out to sea. Who wouldn’t mind going to work every day with views like these? Continue reading
Mrs. Goose
This is Mrs. Goose enjoying a day-old baguette–lucky lady! When in France, we walk the dog on the nearby canal running parallel to the Marne and feed her our stale bread. Continue reading
Spotted Sheep
Every day, hiking the hills in Lewes, we pass by herds of sheep. Fairytale livestock roam the idyllic English countryside en masse, which is a blast for us animal lovers. It’s too bad they are so delicious (lambs–one of the cutest animals on the planet–are the tastiest, I am a monster).
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