I'm not sure if you've ever been in the designated driver situation where you end up at a soiree and the host assumes that the only guests not drinking alcohol are children? As much as I like Um Bongo it's always a little embarrassing to reach the end of the carton and make that loud, conspicuous slurping noise while in the middle of a conversation. Down with this I say and hooray for the now bursting market that is adult soft drinks and cordials. I'm not Rhubarb, Rosehip and Lime Fizz
I'm not sure if you've ever been in the designated driver situation where you end up at a soiree and the host assumes that the only guests not drinking alcohol are children? As much as I like Um Bongo it's always a little embarrassing to reach the end of the carton and make that loud, conspicuous slurping noise while in the middle of a conversation. Down with this I say and hooray for the now bursting market that is adult soft drinks and cordials. I'm not 
The next beverage in my adventures with Mr Fitzpatricks cordials is Blackcurrant and Liquorice Lemonade. The smell of this cordial makes me think of old sweet shops. I love blackcurrant; it's my flavour of choice for the last sweet in the bag. Liquorice I'm pretty unfussy about as I don't mind if it's there and I don't mind if it's not. The cordial smells rich, dark and mysterious so I thought it would be an idea to mix it with something sharp and 
Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while will know about my penchant for sloe gin. I'm not sure what it is about infusing your own alcohol that I like so much. Perhaps it's the romantic idea of foraging for food, connecting with the land and being able to puff out your chest in pride when you've picked a kilo of berries. It could be to do with the fact that I like gin. Either way, my second post about drinks looks at mixing up sloe gin 
One of my favourite things to make is drinks. They are so simple and there is a world of flavours and so many combinations to choose from. I recently met a great company called Mr Fitzpatricks who make a range of interesting cordials. To make the most of their intriguing flavours I am doing a series of posts all about drinks.
The first of four posts is about the curiously named Blood Tonic. It's got a fantastic deep red colour 
I have always had my tea in the same way; a splash of milk and never any sugar. Once, my Godmother tried to convert me to sweeten my tea. I determinedly told her I didn't want sugar in my tea and when she put some in anyway I poured it into the nearest pot plant I could find and stuck to squash when visiting from then on. Things haven't changed much and I can't go a day without a cup of tea of some description. My collection of tea is comparable to 
