MINCE MUFFINS

If I were to decide to become a part-time psychic when I grow up, I know one day I would look into a snow globe and see this time of the season, and a very pretty house in a part of town that, I’m sure, was well pretty fifty years ago; and there would be a white fluffy carpet and wooden things and bottles as candle holders (there’s got to be candles), and the inhabitants wouldn’t worry too much about leaving the heating on for a while, nor about anything that happens in the outside world for that matter; and they would be sipping hot drinks from big mugs and eating muffins, or mince pies, or both (it’s Christmas).

I don’t know all that much about warm cosy living rooms in Victorian houses or carpets or nice décor, but if I were them, I really wouldn’t complain about such a great selection of Christmas treats; and until I take the leap and become Head of Extrasensory Perception or that season comes and so the snow, I’ll stick to mince muffins and I know I’ll be gold.

CRANACHAN - SCOTTISH DESSERT

Strolling along the Clyde and finding cheap warm jumpers and cheap everything and the Necropolis covered in snow and flowers and plants and funny currencies and techno clubs and seriously fishy birthdays and the best food you can possibly imagine, and you kind of forget that it’s minus eight degrees and that you could die at any moment slipping on the icy streets and you can’t really understand what anyone says (although you still want to hug them and never let them go), Glasgow you’re pure dead brilliant and I salute you with some very Scottish vegan Cranachan. 
You shall see me again.