The farmer and his wife

MY Anne is an economical sort. She doesn’t believe in wasting time or petrol running in and out of St Andrews or Anstruther for a pickle of things. Bread comes under this title. We usually eat one lar

THIS is delicious, Mum,” Demi said, taking another spoonful of apple pie. “I can never get my pastry as light as yours.” “Cold fingers!” Sheila said. “Not to mention that I’ve been making the same rec

NOTHING said “home” like the kitchen of Nant-y-Bri Farm at breakfast time. Delicious frying pan smells hung heavy in the air and the scrape of cutlery on willow pattern plates indicated the family had

HOW are you feeling today, Mum?” Anne asked as she kissed Elaine on the cheek and sat down in the chair opposite her. “I’m slowly getting there. But I’m still so cross with myself for taking that tumb

Our columnist fondly looks back on the desserts that delighted our taste buds in the Seventies…

Inspiring seasonal ideas and recipes