The Toast of Thwaite Hall

Last Sunday‚Äôs breakfast was a simple, slap-bang up job of six eggs scrambled in a wok over a moderately low flame, to which I had stirred in a heap of flaked smoked salmon that my sister-in-law had given me some months ago. Heaped onto a crunchy piece of toast, it ironically reminded me of the … Continue reading The Toast of Thwaite Hall