Some things are acquired tastes. Learning to appreciate them is like adolescence; it can be a spotty time, but once you’re through to the other side a new horizon opens up. For me those tastes were anything bitter or aniseed. The bite of Campari is a prime example. I really came to appreciate it about […]
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A meal in two chapters. MONDAY: At least dinner was pretty. It was pleasing to look down at and it was politically correct. There was no meat on the plate. Beyond that- it was thrifty- the tops of the heirloom purple organic carrots were re purposed in the pesto. The seeds were pepitas- the very […]
I’ve changed. I have a confession to make. I used to hate picnics. Despise them. Not see the point. Why, in heaven’s name would you choose to go and eat somewhere without proper cutlery, when you end up with ants on your arms and sticks in sad crevices? When rubbish and mess seems to […]
Winter in Sydney is nothing to be sneezed at. It looks a little like… this: While the UK and New York swelter under the sweaty weight of a full summer, Sydney’s southern seasons still feel a little alien and wrong. It’s strange to be walking barefoot on sand, amid 20 C sunshine and still […]
I am not in Italy. I am not in Menton. And the closest I currently am to the turquoise sea and cliff bars of Dubrovnik are the motivational photographs I’ve printed out to take to the hospital with me. Yet that is what this dish makes me itch for. Instead, I am ferrying around […]