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Asparagus & Mozzarella Puff Pastry Tart

There’s nothing quite like cooking with fresh, homegrown ingredients; especially when they come from a place filled with warmth and community. One sunny summer morning, after spending time at the Macmillan community allotment with an incredible group of volunteers, we walked away with bags full of crisp asparagus, fragrant herbs, and vibrant greens. The morning had been productive, and the best way to end it was by creating something simple yet delicious that truly celebrated the season’s bounty. That’s when this Fresh Asparagus & Mozzarella Puff Pastry Tart came to mind. It’s light, flaky, and bursting with fresh flavours, a perfect dish to enjoy with friends, family, or just as a treat for yourself after a rewarding day. Ingredients For the tart: 1 sheet ready-rolled puff pastry (chilled) 1 bunch asparagus, trimmed 1 tbsp olive oil 1 ball buffalo mozzarella, torn into pieces pea shoots Fresh or frozen peas Fresh or frozen fava beans 1 egg yolk, mixed with a little water (for egg ...

Navigating the Fog of Chemo Brain

Before my cancer diagnosis, I prided myself on my sharp mind. I was the queen of multitasking; organized, efficient, always on top of things. My brain was my superpower. But after chemotherapy, something shifted. Suddenly, that sharpness I had always relied on felt dulled, like my mind was wading through thick fog. I had heard other cancer survivors mention “chemo brain,” but I assumed it was just minor forgetfulness like misplacing keys, forgetting a name here or there. Annoying, sure, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I was wrong. At first, it was little things like walking into a room and forgetting why I was there, losing my train of thought mid-conversation. I brushed it off, telling myself I was just distracted or tired. But then, the mistakes got bigger. I left the oven on. Missed important appointments. Mixed up dates for a hotel booking. Bought cinema tickets for the wrong city. It was frustrating, sometimes even embarrassing. I felt like a stranger in my own mind, never knowing ...