Ooh, Saucy fish Pie
Every time someone suggests fish pie to me, or says that’s what we’re having to eat, I die a little inside. And it’s not that there’s…
Every time someone suggests fish pie to me, or says that’s what we’re having to eat, I die a little inside. And it’s not that there’s…
The warm smell of cooking as you get in from school is like a blanket covering you on the sofa in winter or a hot chocolate…
It’s normally always there, lingering in the back of the cupboard, the lid slightly encrusted with a beige residue and the oil separated from the paste,…
Before Christmas I was invited to eat at Hot Pot in London’s Chinatown. Think meat fondue, but with fireworks, dancers, a full orchestra and a jousting…
Now the Christmas tree has been cut up and put in the bin by the dead of night and the year gently settles into itself, I…