I’ve got lost, circa 1977. I’ve become mislaid in a moment that I know just bits about. It’s before I was even a twinkle in my father’s eye. It’s before my sister was born. Before The Empire Strikes Back. I think it’s about then that devils on horseback had their hay day. These days it’s […]
snacks
I have a wee thing for tasting platters. It’s what I’ll usually pull out if people are coming over. What, with public transport and busy lives it’s mad to expect everyone to arrive at the same time for a proper plated starter. Having a picking platter to start means people can just dive straight in- […]
I’m not much one for snacks. I don’t get that need at 5 pm to find something to munch on. Maybe it’s just because of what’s usually available. I don’t eat crisps. I just don’t understand the appeal. Pretzels make me unreasonably thirsty. Corn chips and dip, frankly make me sad. Too many mornings have […]
This is a dish that was taught to me by a baby. Her name was Ainsley. Back when I was doing my masters, I was a nanny during the day. Ainsley was one of the sweetest things around. She was Snow White in size 00 pants. She was an excellent companion for coffee, and at […]
You can tell how good it is by the length of the queue. Most Saturday lunch times at my dear Borough markets you’ll have to part with at least 10 minutes to get your hands on one. Milling around it you’ll find all sorts with big cameras, fanny packs and wide eyes. There’s a sound […]