I’m pretty sure the devil that sits on my shoulder wouldn’t stereotypically be a little guy dressed in red with a pointy tail and horns.  I suspect it would take the form of a doughnut.  I don’t suspect he would look much different than this to be honest. I’ll be happily grating cheese in my …

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 I love bringing food back when you go on holiday.  Extra points when it has a bonus rude name. One of the best things to bring back is baklava; sheets of sugar soaked crisp fill pastry studded with nuts.  I could eat an entire box.  No shame. With no holiday on the horizon until March, I …

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