Baby steps back into blogging again… With a daily photo and a story. This Sunday past it was Thom’s 30-something-th birthday, so we had friends around on a dreary Sunday afternoon for a roast. For someone who doesn’t eat meat, apparently I cook a mean chicken. I say its all in the basting – and the fact I hardly want to look at the damn thing long enough to open the oven door and prod it. Chicken, couscous, homemade bread, roasted veg, gravy, and a spiced-coriander yoghurt for me. Et voila.