it’s a crime
So I watch a little American Hot Rod. I can take it or leave it, I’m not dependent. Not as dependent as I am on Masterchef, anyway. The fact is I’m in love with Michel Roux. “Your spinach puree is coming to me with faint flavours of stripped oak floorboards, Michael. But otherwise quite nice. I would serve this food in my restaurant.” Reading: Ali Smith, Like. Re-reading: Rosamond Lehmann, The Echoing Grove. Looking forward to watching: No Country For Old Men. (I know, I know.) Still writing: Anna Kearney, as was.