Time and Travel


The last time we spoke, I was sitting in a bustling Starbucks in New York, watching the people and traffic out on the street fast forward into a blur of yellow taxis and expensive handbags. Right now, I’m back home on the family farm in Portadown, County Armagh, Northern Ireland – depending on how thorough an atlas you own. I’ve just spent some quality time catching up with Mum, and am taking the opportunity to add the finishing touches to veg. , the next in my series of cookbooks. It’s a pernickety process for sure – nothing boils the blood quite like fussing over apostrophes and commas – but I am dutifully dotting every I and crossing every T and trying not to fall asleep at the laptop. Continue reading