The wind is roaring outside my window. Branches are whipping violently in the wind and the rain alternates between torrential and steady. At times the wind is so strong I can hear more than just the leaves moving and the house creaking. It’s a whistle followed by a long, slow grumble – the sound of a crotchety old man combined with the speed of a gazelle. It’s lovely to watch from inside my house… and I plan to remain safely ensconced for the rest of today. Winter has finally arrived and it’s my favourite time of year to cook. Casseroles cooking...

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