My first supper club experience, is at brunch. It’s a meal that’s close to an antipodean’s heart. On the weekends we like to go out, have someone else bring us eggs, flick through the papers and drink coffee. On special occasions, there is booze. Today is a special occasion. The Comfort and Spice Brunch Club […]
Archive for August, 2011
There is nothing sexy about lentil soup. It’s a frumpy brown. It’s got the texture of troublesome cellulite. The smell takes me to my grandmother’s. It was a thrifty way to use the left over ham from family functions, after slices had been carved with a serrated electric knife – for ease of cutting. Yet […]
There’s a sign above the door at Artisan Roasters on Broughton street; ” JK Rowling never wrote here”. This is is not a tourist destination in Edinburgh- unless you really like your coffee. Which we do. We lunge through the door at 10 am on a Saturday morning. Artisan is a grungy sort of space […]
We didn’t come to Edinburgh to eat. We came to see a castle – and some comedy. We arrive smack bang in the middle of the Fringe Festival. I haven’t seen this many unwashed 22 year old boys handing out fliers, hoping to make someone laugh over a beer since at orientation week at University. […]
Recipes, like people, don’t always arrive fully formed. I once thought that I would like to be a lawyer. My best friend was studying law. One of my grandfathers had been a lawyer. It sounded like a valiant thing to pursue. So I worked hard. I put a post it note of the mark my […]