Occasionally I wish I was American. And not just for the the ability to casually refer to Autumn as ‘fall’. It’s mainly for the holidays. I’ve only had one Thanksgiving. I was 14 and visiting family friends in Salinas, California with my Dad and sister. I have fond memories of a burnished turkey, cranberry sauce […]
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This is about my need for green. The last few weeks have included some capital ‘I’ indulgences. So when my body starts muttering about broccoli, I have the sense to know it’s time to listen. The muttering comes from the voice of reason inside. It has its own barometer. At the moment it’s whispering; ‘walk […]
I had an old friend coming to dinner. There are doses of comfort and pressure when feeding old friends. Comfort in that you hope no matter what you cook it shouldn’t matter- they’ve come to see you. Pressure in that you need dinner to be a non event. What they haven’t come to see is […]
I have a large head of cauliflower in front of me. In another life I would have turned it into cauliflower cheese, molten with dairy and oozing with stodge. I may have even crumbled bacon and breadcrumbs over the top to burnish while it baked. I’d have eaten it with some roast chicken and a […]
A sunken soufflé I could say it was about the figs. There were dark, oozing figs at the market which looked like a bruise. I wanted to make them better. I could say it was about the 4/5ths of a log of goat’s curd skulking in the corner of the fridge, threatening to turn yellow […]