Once upon I time, I would only eat a steak if it was ‘well done’. As I have gotten older, my steak’s become rarer. Maybe that has a lot to do with where I buy steak from. If eating at home, I tend to treat myself by going to the butcher, or sourcing the finest range in a supermarket.
On a very rare sunny Sunday afternoon, I headed to Portabello restaurant in Oxford for a late lunch.
I love the Spring time. The flowers and trees are blooming, the temperature increases (slightly!) and the sun shines. Everything just looks prettier.