Chorizo and black pudding sausage roll

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the last sausage roll recipe of Picknic Blog’s Sausage Roll Week. As someone who eats their peas before my chips, I’ve saved the best until last. If this recipe doesn’t make me famous, well, I give up. I’ll pack up my blog, and you won’t see a single post from me ever again. Not one, single… Continue…

I-can’t-believe-it’s-veggie sausage roll

No, I seriously can’t believe. It looks like meat, and it tastes like meat – so how the hell is it not meat? Day four – the penultimate day – of Picknic Blog’s sausage roll week features this dazzlingly scrummy vegetarian sausage roll. In all honesty, your picnickers probably won’t notice the lack of sausage in their sausage roll.  Continue…

Let’s celebrate the humble potato with a thick and creamy potato soup

You know that person who goes through life forever narrowly missing out on the prize? The one who, always beaten by some less deserving individual, only ever makes it to second place? Perhaps you are that person. In which case you might like to know that there is someone who has, like you, suffered the same trials and hardships. Someone who has been perpetually taunted by the Gods and subjected to their whims. You probably already know who I’m alluding to. But then again, with your luck, you may not. That someone is: The Potato.  Continue…

3 leftover turkey sandwiches to make for a delicious post-Christmas picnic.

It’s that time of year again. When Christmas is over, and one by one each branch of the family braves the boxing day traffic and heads back to their own homes and lives. You go back inside after waving off the final few family members, sit down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, and breathe out a long, weary sigh. You’re a little sad that Christmas is over, but also, it has to be said, a little relieved, too. You take a sip of that tea and start to feel a warming relaxation come over you. And then you see it.  Continue…

A perfect mulled wine for your thermos

I long for that time of year again where I can breathe in the delicate aromas of mulled wine wafting through the house. But don’t be fooled: it’s not just an indoors drink, and there is something so utterly luxurious about warming your hands around a glass of mulled wine, wrapping yourself up in a blanket, and sitting in a beautiful scenic spot of the countryside.  Continue…