The Faux Landlords Come to Dinner

It's been several weeks since I last had a run-in with either Penelope or Andrew, but the last encounter is cause enough to stay on edge. Just the other day there was a postcard in my mailbox, sent from two cities over and with a business card taped to the back of it. Further inspection… Continue reading The Faux Landlords Come to Dinner

Comfort Food

First: please forgive any rambles. I'm in post-exam exhaustion. And it's Saturday.I don't have a favourite childhood meal. To be quite honest I don't remember much of childhood foods.However I do have a favourite adulthood meal. It's homemade macaroni and cheese.That's the vital thing: it has to be homemade. You know the Kraft stuff, the one… Continue reading Comfort Food