I hope you’ll find this useful. If there’s anything missing then contact me using the page at the bottom of the home page Oven temperature conversions Celsius, Fahrenheit and Gas Mark - https://www.domesticandgeneral.com/blog/oven-tips/oven-temperature-conversions Weights and measures Grammes to ounces https://theordinarycook.co.uk/conversion-tables-2/ Grammes to cups https://www.dovesfarm.co.uk/hints-&-tips/cups-to-grams-conversion-table I always admire American cooks becau

I woke this morning with an earworm, so, being a kind-hearted soul, I thought I’d share it with you. It’s an old country song by Charlie...

How’s the weather with you? Here we’ve had cool, cool and wet or cool, wet and windy. I’ve just come back (Tuesday morning, heading for lunch) from a longer than usual walk because it’s been a frustrating morning at the hospital with my daughter because a misread x-ray meant she spent an extra month in a cast. And it was during the heat wave. And that delays her rehab by a month. One of my heroines would have been proud of me. I did not scream and shout, although I wanted to

It’s not been a good week in the UK. In fact, it’s been a time that’s left me despairing, which isn’t something that happens often. Not just because it was a hideous crime, but how it was handled and how politicians reacted left me thinking that we don’t deserve a beautiful planet like this one and frightened for my children’s future, because it happened less than 30 miles away from where I live. That means the old comforting feeling of ‘that’s a big city thing so we’re safe

I began by looping round the freshwater ponds where the geese are coming in all sizes from sweet and fluffy to teenager and the cygnets are leaving cute and becoming teenagers whose ambition is to be as firm and forceful as their daddy. Watching the children who are in that awkward stage when they’ve outgrown nursery or play school but won’t start school till September. Their mums and grandparents know they’re more than ready and are torn between counting down the days and th

Or so the Post Office tells me. This will probably surprise my lovely neighbours because it’s in the middle of a row of terraced houses. It certainly looks as if it’s there when I go outside after opening the front door, and my lovely grocery delivery man, equally lovely bin men and the other parcel people have no trouble finding it. But no, the Royal Snail, as I affectionately call them, have solemnly told me that it’s not there so they cannot deliver my parcels. Talking to