A "scrumptious" new beginning - here's to growing, cooking and blogging (again)...

Land to be developed into vegetable plot
My plot for a veggie plot.
"And so you're back, from outer space. I just walked in to find you here, with that same look upon your face...". I think the words of Gloria Gaynor's eponymous disco torch song are entirely appropriate for what many (formerly) regular readers of Scrumptious Scran must be thinking. After all, everything on the blog was chugging along quite nicely for nearly a year and half, with weekly updates on all things food-related. Then last July - puff! Posts came to an abrupt end, with not so much as a "I'm just popping down the petrol station for a pint of milk, back in five minutes". And now, several months down the line, I just parachute myself back into your foodie lives, as if nothing had happened... I most certainly owe you an explanation.

Last July, JML and I decided that - after many happy years there - it was time to move on from Scrumptious Scran Towers. Our Edwardian tenement was a smashing home, and we had really worked hard to make it our own. But... Being that wee bit more "mature" these days, we realised we wanted somewhere with dedicated outside space, and located nearer - if not actually in the centre of - the "Riviera of Edinburgh" that is Portobello. Time to hoist the "for sale" sign and set course for pastures new. The flat looked great, so all that would be required was the odd lick of emulsion to freshen things up. A week's work during our summer holidays, on the market by September, sat in front of the wood burner in the new place whilst the festive turkey was a-roasting, yes? Oh, the naivety!

As soon as the first drop of Farrow and Ball paint - well technically Leyland paint, but they match the former's colours perfectly and it's half the price - oozed off the roller, it was obvious that every wall and ceiling in the place was going to need to be refreshed. And that made some of the stripped floorboards look pretty tired, so in with the floor sander. Then the faff that is the photo-shoot for the marketing brochure; the alien concept of maintaining the place in a state of cryogenic spotlessness for viewings - a task that, to my horror, involved minimal cooking; the frantic running around trying to view places we wanted to buy, when people weren't also round viewing our gaff. Oh, then completing all the legal gubbins that goes with the sale and subsequent purchase - a real "edge of the seat" experience under the Scottish system. The packing. The moving. The unpacking. You get the picture!