Midsummer night’s rain
It’s June. At least the calendar says so. You wouldn’t know from the amount of rain we’ve had. The garden has plenty of flowers blooming, and…
I’ve bean losing you
Garlic green beans It’s the smell of the garlic that does it. And the way the deep, shining green of the beans reflects the light, inviting…
Holy molee
Mr E. P. Veerasawmy, founder of Veeraswamy’s in London’s Picadilly tells me that the molee is a “Southern Indian, Ceylon or Malay dish.” Perhaps he had…
A methi business
Cooking simply doesn’t have to be cooking boringly. A fresh piece of wild fish or some high-season asparagus doesn’t need much doing to it. Meals like…
Wild garlic butter
We sat down to supper, the children just having gone to bed. They were supposed to be asleep, yet by the volume of giggling wafting downstairs…
Rouille of fortune
It’s a rare occasion that sees me pass a merguez sausage without buying it. Many a night, in the back streets of Toulouse after a hard…
Turmeric latte. And a lot of people.
Life is full of surprises. Take me for example, I’m not as young as I look. And that’s all down to the restorative elixir made from…
Look at my mussels
It changes your attitude, somewhat, to the fish you’re eating when you know the name of the fisherman who caught it. Joe caught my bass, out…
Beetroot soup with licorice
There is a frost outside, covering everything in a faint white. The school run has to begin a little earlier on these mornings and the only…
Quincey, pudding examiner
It’s cold outside, bleak, wintry. The pile of quinces on the kitchen counter hasn’t moved for a week and some of them are on the turn.Unlike…
The Modern Husband 