Let’s be frank about something. Brussel sprouts have a reputation problem. Most of the time they’re over steamed or boiled, which leaves them with all of the appeal of a soggy sports sock. This would probably be the time where I’d invoke some dry little anecdote about the brussel sprouts from my youth. Except they …
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My mother’s new house in the green flecked paddocks of Berry has an orchard. At my sister’s place, down a thin rough road baby chickens have just hatched. It’s spring in their fields. On the other side of the world the leaves on my stoop have turned. It’s amber and gold underfoot and the air …
‘Do you have something morally against carbs?’ This was a question posed to me on twitter the other day after I’d posted on instagram some of my meals. I’d originally been posting photos tagged as from a ‘no carb prison’. Over time it’s softened to just a no carb place. The fact is, I have …
Roast duck is not something I’ll often serve for supper. I’d cast it off as too rich. Too fatty. Too temperamental. Too… much. The last time I ordered roast duck was in Prague. It was either the bird, or half a pig. I thought I’d end up with a modest portion of poultry which I …
“At the very least have an onion frying in a pan and put some fresh lipstick on” This was some advice I was once given on how to greet a spouse at the end of a day. A veneer of gloss and a scent that could be marketed under most good things start with this” …
