Food! Is there anything more soothing to the soul, more indicative of one's mood, more uplifting when down, more celebratory when up?
I spent yesterday afternoon, Leap Day, sharing nibbles and a golden bottle of blanc de blancs from a local wine shop after a long walk on this surprisingly warm sunny day in Cardiff, UK. My extra day, well spent.
Which brings me circuitously to Liz Moore's HEFT, which I reviewed recently for The Washington Post. What I both liked and admired about this book is the life in it.
But I've already said what I thought in this review.
