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…
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…
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.
October is a strange month. The vivid, bright colours of summer seem to fade like an old picture, memories of warmth and drinks in the park melting away like the last…
Raise your hand if you find recipes daunting. Yep, me too. I mean, when it comes to baking, recipes are my bible. I cling to every word, obey even the…
As I write this, it’s hailing in London. Hailing in April. I want a holiday. I need a holiday. I just need to be somewhere else for a bit, sand…
I’m perched on the sofa and Alex is cooking. He’s an ambitious cook, Alex; he will never whip up something quick and easy – if he wants to cook, then…
