Chilli Jam: Although I call this chilli jam, I don't mean by this that it's the sort of thing you'd spread on your toast at breakfast (though smeared inside a bacon sandwich, it could be a real help one hungover morning) but rather a chilli jelly - chelly? - that glows a fiery, flecked red and is fabulous with cold meats or a cheese plate. And just a small pot of it makes a gorgeous present.
“I was aksin’ if you see much of your granddaddy these days.” Jim felt as if the stuffing had been knocked out of him. But how could he expect the boy to give a little if he clammed up every time Shamayal asked a question? “He died.” Embarrassed, the boy shuffled in his seat. “It happened in his garden. A neighbour found a robin standing guard on his fork handle. I can’t imagine any other bird doing that.” (A Funeral for and Owl, www.jane-davis.co.uk)
A unusual mobile fish and chips, food truck, run from a bright red London double decker bus. This day it was parked near the Southbank Centre alongside the River Thames. The perfect take-away on a snowy winter's day.