[The twenty-third - In the kitchen]

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Twenty-three days after I started writing here daily to celebrate the upcoming holiday, I have a confession to make.

A lot of words have been left unspoken, a lot of pictures have been left unseen, a lot of recipes have been left unshared. Mostly because life, love and kitchens have gotten in the way.

And yes, I will admit it, the occasional champagne glass too.

As you may know, I will be spend my Christmas day feeding other people. From the kitchen. In quite a traditional way, with Christmas pudding and all the trimmings, and mince pies.

kitchen love

And I will spend my nights are the hotel, because London likes to stop time – and transport – on this very special day.

So I won’t be able to talk to you before a few days.

In the meantime, I wish all of you the best Christmas ever. With your loved ones, good food, and fairy-lights. x