I adore the brisk, frosty-white nights of winter. They offer a perfect excuse to don a woolly jumper, dim the lights and open a bottle of warming wine. For whites, I prefer ones that are oak-aged, with their extra depth, richness, and spice making them perfect for the colder months…
Read MoreFor the unseasoned host, or just those who move in particularly fastidious social circles, planning a dinner party can be pretty anxiety ridden. The instruction leaflet – should hosting come with such a practical tool – would probably list the side effects as stress-induced sweats, prolonged bouts of temple-rubbing and regular spells of deep regret at ever having voiced the idea of mixing socialising with food preparation in the first place.
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