On paper, mac and cheese has all the requisites to be one of my favourite things (virtually devoid of nutritional value, a triumph of carbs, CHEESE); in reality, we have…
As an impatient person, the one lesson I’ve had to learn over and over in life, is that things take time. Things. Take. Time. And if this was a hard…
What does someone who has never set foot in New York, never mind in one of its bodegas, know about bodega egg and cheese sandwiches? Nothing. And everything. Because by…
Let me start with an uncomfortable truth: if you hate Brussels sprouts, you have never had them well-cooked. Or maybe you really hate them, like some people hate coriander, but…
I’m naturally a planner. It’s not that I can’t be spontaneous (although, actually, I probably can’t), but I like to be prepared. So if you’re wondering why I’m already concerning…
Like many adults in a relationship, I struggle to feed myself when I am on my own. When my partner is away, it takes very little for me to go…
I recently bought a book about food and wine and food pairings. By recently, I mean years ago, but as I am a compulsive book-buyer with an ever-growing backlog to…
We're ok messing with other people's food; we're unhappy if someone messes with our food. And as much as Italians are culprit of this, remember when the Brits kicked off because Americans though they had invented the sausage roll? So today I am going to mess with my own food.
Of course, this should really be called: where I ate in Seville, rather than where to eat in Seville. I have not, by all means, tried all (or most) restaurants…
