Roasting, fires, dark nights
I had my first mince pie(s) of the year yesterday. Hallowe’en and bonfire night have gone and now it’s open season on the festive fun. So…
Gunpowder plot
A grey dawn was spreading over the sky like cold soup across formica as Maya poked me in the face to wake me up. She has…
Halwa world away
The results came in as follows:
Noah loved it and had more, so I won the carrot halwa war that no one else was fighting.
Maya spat hers out in the bin and asked for a yoghurt instead.
Let baigans be baigans
The more I cook, perhaps the older I get (or is it tireder), the fewer ingredients I want to use in a dish. And the simpler…
Summer’s almost gone
It’s a crisp blue morning, a slight fresh chill to the air. The car windscreen, condensation covered, needed time to clear. This is how autumn begins,…
Oh my squash
The smells coming from the oven are doing that thing to me. My mouth has started tingling, I think it’s the deep aroma of the harissa.…
I found my thrill
The height of a very hot and unusually consistent summer means cooking has ground to a halt in this house. Almost. The sheer willpower needed to…
Za’atar day night fever
With this incessant sunshine the pace of life changes. I feel all we are good for is to flop down somewhere warm, the only occasional movement…
Sheer bliss
Bread. So comforting. All types from the soft and pillowy to the crusty, worthy and hard work. The trashy white slice filled with butter and grated…
Argy-bhaji
I had just locked the garage door when I noticed the coriander had bolted. And what with the rather sad looking fennel in the fridge I…
The Modern Husband 