Baking

Two trays of cranberry and orange shortbread, ready to be shared with our friends around the corner and their dog, Peggy Sue, who is one of the Hound's favourite GFs.

And yes, there is a shitload of butter in there, but this morning I hauled arse around the waterfront with the running group (and almost got blown to the South Island for my trouble) so feel smugly able to chase these with a cheeky red. A pleasant way to bid adieu to the weekend.

     

Baking with my Mother

This month's North & South Magazine runs one of my more personal pieces of writing, about years of identical Sunday afternoons spent baking with my mother (click here to read).