Salad Daze
The more food I eat, and I do so with every passing day, the more I love the simple things. Last night we had spaghetti al…
Scouts’ Honour
When I was a little girl I used to dream of being a brownie. Sadly that never came true, and anyway, being a boy I was…
Coda Alla Vaccinara
I love meat that needs cooking for hours until it falls apart. Cheek, shin and brisket for example all go really well in the slow cooker.…
Tart Me Up
There is no competition for me when it comes to tarts. If I had to choose one, even over tart au citron, tart tatin, tarte aux…
Stitched Up Like a Kipper
When I was a child my Grandad used to take me to get our kippers from the stone smokery near the small harbour beach at Craster. Since…
Rib Tickler
As Phil Collins once said in Genesis, “He took one of his ribs, and from the rib he made a woman.” Now I’m not as talented…
Rabbiting On
I’m getting fed up of the charmless new Peter Rabbit cartoons Noah and Maya are obsessed with on television, so I’m striking back, triumphing where Mr McGregor and…
Spelt Out For You
Sometimes I like to pretend I’m an Italian nonna, sitting at a table outside my stone-walled house gently rolling fresh conchiglie as my black dress flaps in…
Soba As a Judge
It’s a good thing in life to experiment and to find out how things are made by having a go yourself. Sometimes, as with bread, pasta,…
Salad Days
I love fennel, and I especially love it cooked. It’s gentler and softer. A bit like Frank Bruno compared to Mike Tyson. Maya, my daughter, has…
The Modern Husband 