Farm from the Madding Crowd
The roads winding through the countryside, some tree-sheltered and some opening onto wide rolling fields belie how close we are to London and the grey January…
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…
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.…
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