There are some things afoot in our new home in the cheaper part of the ‘hood. London is a chequerboard. Step one block south, east, or west and it can very quickly become a different city. The trees loom taller, the shadows are longer. And the highjinks can be much more pronounced. At 10.24 pm …
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A gratin (or plain old potato bake if you prefer) is the edible equivalent of a pair of sweat pants you can wear down to the shops. It’s lazy and relaxed, yet also manages to be just smart enough for company (as opposed to pyjamas). It’s a glorious muddle of dairy and white stodge, gussied …
Those who have read the blog for a while now will be well acquainted with the oatmeal squares that frame each photo. They’re bland, boring… safe. For those who haven’t guessed, it’s not a speciality prop from my extensive supply; it’s the the carpet adjacent to the window; up here in our castle in the …
This is curry in a hurry. It’s nutty and warming, earnest, yet lazy. It lolls about in your bowl and calls for nothing but an errant pappadum and some yogurt, chilli and cucumber on the side. If I skip the softened onion threads I can have it on a fork half way to my mouth …
Lemon, garlic and chilli. There’s not a lot that these three can’t do. Brighten a bland piece of toast with ricotta? Um; yes. Add life to a bowl of spaghetti? Of course they can. Make me feel better when I’m a little poorly? Cross fingers… This zippy little trio of lemon, garlic and chilli is …
