We're selling the house. Or that's the idea, at any rate...Had you asked me several months ago, I'd have laughed at the suggestion, but to cut a long story short, a building we've lusted after for years from afar (in fact, a mere two streets away...but it's always seemed an impossibility) has unexpectedly come onto the market. We can't have both...and the prospect of sixteenth century frescoes and a garden four times the size of our present one make the whole thing a bit of a no-brainer.
As a result, we're suffering an onslaught of prospective purchasers and agents - eight in the past three days alone! - and there has been much strategic 'home and hearth' cooking, in order to encourage the process. Since the smell of freshly-brewed coffee will apparently clinch a deal faster than the speed of light, there seemed good reason to pull out the stops and get the gastric juices flowing as a backdrop to pointing out the glories of underfloor heating and the generous storage space under the stairs. Tuesday morning's visits were conducted against a backdrop of baking Apple
Watch this space...
And the other all-change is puppy-related. With all fingers crossed,
New house...new dog...here we go, again!

Tonight's Dinner:
Ravioli with asparagus filling.
Pork Loin, roast; potatoes roast with Sage, Rosemary & Garlic.
Crespelle, filled with Pears sautéed in Butter & Cinnamon.