Assorted thoughts from one Preston Yancey.
Our lives are circles. I always seem to open and close chapters by writing letters.
£82 in change. This I won’t miss so much.
Real talk. This was an attempt at a new gluten free idea. Fail. Total fail. Everything is fail. It’s fine. It’s not fine. It is soup.
The last of the bourbon, while I pack.
Stumbled into St. Andrews’s newest. And like whoa. WHOA.
Courgette and walnut cake, ginger frosting, candied walnut and sugar brittle top.
You know, sugar work, pounding it violently with a rolling pin. It’s cool.
Celebrating the book deal with my agent. NT Wright at the table beside us. Because St. Andrews.