It's not a great month, November, is it. I had high hopes, of puddle-jumping and leaf-collecting, but the reality has been a little different. Think tissue-binning and back-to-back colds for all three of us.
Still, as we hurtle towards winter, snot and phlegm fluttering in our wake (how is it nearly December already?), we console ourselves with this:
Still, as we hurtle towards winter, snot and phlegm fluttering in our wake (how is it nearly December already?), we console ourselves with this:
The mother of all hot chocolates, served up only a short walk away from our house (at a cafe that has agreed to let me do a photo shoot and feature for them - oh the glee!). Autumn may have been a wet and miserable affair so far, but the festive season is one Milan does very well.
At home we'll be going for equally comforting dishes (though perhaps with about a million fewer calories):
At home we'll be going for equally comforting dishes (though perhaps with about a million fewer calories):
fish fingers, potato wedges & peas
spinach gnocchi with cherry tomatoes
oven-baked chicken & mozzarella involtini, served with rice & green beans
porcini mushroom risotto
pumpkin & garlic broth, served with bread
wholewheat pasta with lentil ragù
spinach gnocchi with cherry tomatoes
oven-baked chicken & mozzarella involtini, served with rice & green beans
porcini mushroom risotto
pumpkin & garlic broth, served with bread
wholewheat pasta with lentil ragù
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