August: gone to the beach
Hello Clapton Potters This August our kitchens are shut: we’re off to sunny Jersey and France for a rest and naturally lots of lush food and wine. Keep an eye our for our return in September, when we’ll be sharing with
August: gone to the beach
Hello Clapton Potters This August our kitchens are shut: we’re off to sunny Jersey and France for a rest and naturally lots of lush food and wine. Keep an eye our for our return in September, when we’ll be sharing with
July: supermoon madness!
Oof, it was a bit of a tough come down after such a fun night. We’ve learnt our lesson from our last dinner, and this time we were better prepared. It didn’t hurt that our guests were great, and a very lively bunch
July: supermoon madness!
Oof, it was a bit of a tough come down after such a fun night. We’ve learnt our lesson from our last dinner, and this time we were better prepared. It didn’t hurt that our guests were great, and a very lively bunch
June: a lesson learned …
As world cup fever gripped the nation, Violaine and I decided it would be apt to pay homage to the tournament’s host at this month’s dinner. Cue ‘The Clapton Pot does Brazil …’ It was a busy month for both
June: a lesson learned …
As world cup fever gripped the nation, Violaine and I decided it would be apt to pay homage to the tournament’s host at this month’s dinner. Cue ‘The Clapton Pot does Brazil …’ It was a busy month for both
May: alfresco lovelies
Another month, another fantastic dinner… I’m starting to run out of ways to express how brilliant this whole thing is, and how grateful I am to all our guests for being so lovely and adventurous, and most of all to
May: alfresco lovelies
Another month, another fantastic dinner… I’m starting to run out of ways to express how brilliant this whole thing is, and how grateful I am to all our guests for being so lovely and adventurous, and most of all to
April: CP Selfies
I’m writing this on the plane back home to Jersey following this month’s Clapton Pot. I’m not, thank goodness, fleeing the country after a disastrous dinner. Quite the opposite in fact. Last night’s dinner was, if I say so myself,
April: CP Selfies
I’m writing this on the plane back home to Jersey following this month’s Clapton Pot. I’m not, thank goodness, fleeing the country after a disastrous dinner. Quite the opposite in fact. Last night’s dinner was, if I say so myself,
The Clapton Pot 