Raindrops keep falling…

Anyone who knows me knows that I find it difficult to switch off. Whenever a holiday approaches I always find myself doing the same thing: I promise that I will take a break this time, that I will put away the laptop, tidy away the notes, stop thinking about work for a while and rest up. Of course, this never happens – or at least it only does so for a day or two. Believe me, I’ve found myself lying awake in a cool bed in an air-conditioned room in everywhere from Miami to Jamaica, my mind swimming with ideas for cookery books, television programmes and new forms of cooking technology.

Something’s Cooking In The Aga Kitchen

Those who are curious about what I get up in my day-to-day job, or what exactly I mean when I talk about a “demo”, should pop on over to the Aga Cooking channel on YouTube. It is currently host to a clatter of videos with me knocking up seasonal treats and talking about Aga appliances, all the while trying to hide the rough edges of my Northern Irish accent.

Turkeys and Jetlag

I can live with a lot of things (cold snaps in December, congestion charges in London, traffic in London – for that matter, anything related to driving through London), but jetlag is one of them.

It’s Been An Odd Few Days…

I didn’t want to start this latest dispatch on a melodramatic note, but please indulge me: if you never see or hear from me again, thank you for your patience, your hospitality and, above all, for buying the books. In case you didn’t already know, at the end of this week I am jetting off [...]

Inertia.

Forgive me if I am beginning to sound like a stuck record, but my life just seems to get busier and busier. I don’t say this in a vain attempt to sound popular and successful – it’s just a statement of fact. One of the knock-on effects of our stormy financial climate, which my politicians tell me is a temporary problem (cough cough) is that people who run their own businesses have to work even longer shifts to keep the company afloat. Now as far as multi-million conglomerates go the good ship Whisk might be more of a dinghy than a galleon, but that doesn’t detract from the fact that if it sinks I will be a very unhappy captain. I’ve poured far too much energy, time and dough (in both senses of the word) into my business to let it go under. And if that means forgoing everyday things like eating and sleeping, well… that’s the way the cookie crumbles.