Many of us make risottos, but how many of us throw convention to the wind and bake them? Until recently I had not, but as I already bake rice I just thought, what the heck. What’s the worst that could happen? I know it is no big deal to ‘feed’ a risotto its stock and […]
This simple pasta, black bean and butternut squash dish is something that I have been making off and on for over 25 years. I’m not sure where I first got the idea, but as it has stood the test of time I thought I might share it. There is little skill involved, just a willingness […]
I hope you don’t mind this simple little soup popping into your inbox or feed. I realise that other food bloggers are posting elaborate year-end round ups of their best recipes, and laying out plans for improving blog and blogger. I wish I had got around to the former, to be honest. I will however be […]
Move over quinoa, there’s a ‘new’ ‘grain’ in town. Well, actually it’s not new, and quinoa is not a grain. But you know what I mean. Of course I’m talking about freekeh. And just to confuse us further freekeh is not a grain, but a process. Actually it sounds to me more like a dance […]
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, lived a girl. She was an ordinary girl. Not a wallflower, but not a high-flyer either. She was loved by her family, got on well(-ish) at school, had the requisite number of boyfriends and breakups, and battled the occasional outbreak of pimples with spot cream […]
I know it sounds a bit gloomy to pop ‘summer’s end’ into the title, but it does seem appropriate. September is nigh, and unless you are of a southern hemisphere persuasion, autumn is here in all but name. I may be a bit of a weirdo but I quite like autumn. I like its colours, […]
Can’t you just taste it? The sweet sticky-salty gingery flakes of salmon cosied up with crunchy veg and gloriously starchy brown sushi rice? Wow. I don’t think I have ever used that many y’s in one sentence. This is a dish that invites not only the y’s but also the hows.
“Hath Britain all the sun that shines? day? night? Are they not but in Britain?” Cymbeline, Act 3, Scene 4, Lines 136-7. By William Shakespeare. The three weeks of unalloyed golden heat have come to an abrupt end. And for some, not a moment too soon. This was a most un-British of heatwaves: lasting, parching, […]