I’ve been on a Japanese food kick lately. I’ve been collecting recipes over on my Pinterest board, taking inspiration from my Wagamama cookbook, and also exploring this wonderful book by…
Do you still live in your hometown, readers? I do. I was born here in Manchester once upon a time, and apart from a brief few months spent living in…
2018 was a bit of an establishing year for me, BuJo-wise. I daresay the bullet journal hype is dying down somewhere these days (is it? I can’t never tell, I…
Friends, welcome to the final part of my mini three-part series on unfucking your life in 2019. I stole this title from a great website: Unfuck Your Habitat. And by…
Last year Mr J-M and I took out the week before Christmas proper and holed up in a luxury loch-side eco-cabin in Strathyre, Scotland. This year we did much the…
Here in the UK, veganism has enjoyed (?) its most mainstream year yet in 2018. A week or so ago I popped into Manchester for a pre-Christmas tattoo with a…
Back at the end of 2017 as I struggled to unravel my year and look ahead to 2018, it occurred to me that in many ways I was still reeling…
My friends, I suppose I had high hopes for 2018 given the shit-show that was 2017 and all the heartache, grief, and mad/sadness that it contained. As always, I find…
Dearest blog chums: I am done with 2018. I am limping, physically/metaphorically/ecumenically, towards 1 January 2019. But that isn’t to say I am not thrilled by the prospect of this…
Mr J-M and I have been back in the godforsaken, mutinous British Isles just about a week, but I’m still feeling inspired by some of the Scandi recipes I looked…
Mr J-M and I are developing a splendid little tradition wherein, when an artist we like announces a tour, we pick a European city and book our gig tickets, and…
Next week, friends, Mr J-M and I will board a plane to Oslo and we’ll both visit Norway for the first time. When I’m getting in the mood for a…
