Window on George

This weekend's biscotti has a distinct Middle-Eastern flavour, in honour of the first UAE team in international cricket. I started off with the usual classic Italian ingredients, but then realised the wonderful tangerines are from Morocco,  and the fat vanilla pods were bought by a colleague in Dubai. And the sticky dates have been in the fridge far too long. Hence, Arabic Biscotti. It will be enjoyed with Arabic coffee (Saudi style) which should not be confused with  Arabica coffee. Saudi coffee is a "tea" of saffron, cardamom and a touch of cloves. Quite an acquired taste, but I will forever associate that heady aroma with life in Riyadh.

I do believe that Crete is not only an island, but a continent.

Long, long ago... Iceberg roses, Victorian broekie lace and light blue shutters. The first house I wanted to own in George. Stormsriver Bridge, Masterton's coffee, ferns and fuschias. A tradition with my daughter and sister. I am very proud of this photo that I took in passing. Mandy's Spanish lavender in the Hop Gardens and Janie's driving lesson. Walking my neighbourhood and occasional trespassing to get a good shot. Thankfully not shot at. Nursery in Hsinchu, Taiwan where local is exotic, and Thea my flower friend was remembered. Mandy's wisteria in George, family Christmases, candles and board games. My biggest flat in Hong Kong where I promised myself  fresh flowers every week, just because I could! Flannel Flowers flower shop in IFC mall, Hong Kong. Never a bad shot. Perfect ligh