Green, green tomatoes of home
I’ve had to leave quite a few tomatoes behind on the vines. Some are half eaten by snails, some of whom no bigger than half a…
I’ve had to leave quite a few tomatoes behind on the vines. Some are half eaten by snails, some of whom no bigger than half a…
The kitchen cupboards are full of butterbeans, lentils and chickpeas and the pot-bellied white wire basket on the counter kept loaded with eggs as much possible.…
The basement kitchen, reached via unfriendly and claustrophobic corridors lit with a cold blue neon glow, was busy from about 6am when Patrice the pastry chef…
The closest I’ve been to Tijuana is my possibly over enthusiastic collection of Herb Alpert and his brass band’s albums. But I’ve always fancied sitting in…
The Indian supermarket I use in Tooting is always busy, nearly every till has a person on it, and one at the end to pack for…
There is a real stillness to the air and the warm sun feels unusual for April. The car, unmoved from the driveway in weeks, has a…
The kitchen is blissfully silent. Unless you really listen. Then you can hear birds outside or the occasional car (this is not the same as an…
At the back of the cupboard, being saved for who knows when, was the tin of Norwegian fishballs I’d bought from the Christmas market over a…
One of the most celebrated dishes on the menu at Nobu, the black cod, is dismissed by Yuki with a smiling shake of the head as…
Maya and I got up early this morning. While Noah slouched around in his tartan pyjamas watching the cricket highlights, we made pasta for today’s lunch.…
Amid the shortcuts and alleys, the bright lights and dark doorways Soho still exists. At least a kind of Soho that is a familiar memory. There…
It’s the time of year when you only have to look at a banana and it gets black spots quicker than Jim Hawkins in the Admiral…
It’s June. At least the calendar says so. You wouldn’t know from the amount of rain we’ve had. The garden has plenty of flowers blooming, and…
Garlic green beans It’s the smell of the garlic that does it. And the way the deep, shining green of the beans reflects the light, inviting…
Mr E. P. Veerasawmy, founder of Veeraswamy’s in London’s Picadilly tells me that the molee is a “Southern Indian, Ceylon or Malay dish.” Perhaps he had…
Cooking simply doesn’t have to be cooking boringly. A fresh piece of wild fish or some high-season asparagus doesn’t need much doing to it. Meals like…
We sat down to supper, the children just having gone to bed. They were supposed to be asleep, yet by the volume of giggling wafting downstairs…
It’s a rare occasion that sees me pass a merguez sausage without buying it. Many a night, in the back streets of Toulouse after a hard…
Life is full of surprises. Take me for example, I’m not as young as I look. And that’s all down to the restorative elixir made from…
The roads winding through the countryside, some tree-sheltered and some opening onto wide rolling fields belie how close we are to London and the grey January…
It changes your attitude, somewhat, to the fish you’re eating when you know the name of the fisherman who caught it. Joe caught my bass, out…
There is a frost outside, covering everything in a faint white. The school run has to begin a little earlier on these mornings and the only…
It’s cold outside, bleak, wintry. The pile of quinces on the kitchen counter hasn’t moved for a week and some of them are on the turn.Unlike…
I had my first mince pie(s) of the year yesterday. Hallowe’en and bonfire night have gone and now it’s open season on the festive fun. So…
A grey dawn was spreading over the sky like cold soup across formica as Maya poked me in the face to wake me up. She has…
The results came in as follows:
Noah loved it and had more, so I won the carrot halwa war that no one else was fighting.
Maya spat hers out in the bin and asked for a yoghurt instead.
The more I cook, perhaps the older I get (or is it tireder), the fewer ingredients I want to use in a dish. And the simpler…
It’s a crisp blue morning, a slight fresh chill to the air. The car windscreen, condensation covered, needed time to clear. This is how autumn begins,…
The smells coming from the oven are doing that thing to me. My mouth has started tingling, I think it’s the deep aroma of the harissa.…
The height of a very hot and unusually consistent summer means cooking has ground to a halt in this house. Almost. The sheer willpower needed to…
With this incessant sunshine the pace of life changes. I feel all we are good for is to flop down somewhere warm, the only occasional movement…
Bread. So comforting. All types from the soft and pillowy to the crusty, worthy and hard work. The trashy white slice filled with butter and grated…
I had just locked the garage door when I noticed the coriander had bolted. And what with the rather sad looking fennel in the fridge I…
The wateriness of courgettes puts many people off. But that’s only if you cook them like a 1950s battle-axe of a boarding-house landlady. The key…
I had started with the intention of making a dip. It turned into a pasta sauce. And that is not a bad thing when that pasta…
It’s now late May, nearly everything is fully laden with flowers and the leaves hang heavily from the trees and bushes looking like a 1950’s film…
Gunpowder tea’s in the pot. A miserable bag, a teaspoon of sweepings from the floor and a whole nation relaxes as the National grid switches to…
We found ourselves in the garden centre again the other day. A weekday and all. We passed through aisles of green and shelves trailing leaves and…
White asparagus with salsa verde. toasted chilli almonds, Parmesan and lemon zest I blame the Ancient Egyptians. What did they ever do for us? Cat worship lead…
I bought a bird feeder from the hardware superstore the other day. Along with a new huge barbecue and quite a few other things you’re allowed…
The past is a strange mirror to look into. And sitting here, in the attic surrounded by boxes and old sketchbooks from art college I feel…
How are bricks made? How do they make glass? How do they build a roof? Frieda Kahlo was a famous painter. Is turmeric food colouring? Have…
It’s very hilly where we live in Crystal Palace. And the park has wonderful sweeping tree-lined slopes, some Aspen pines among them. If you close your…
I’ve been away. A week in Devon for half term, fires every night and a week in Mansfield for work and I can’t remember a decent…
They don’t make music like they used to do they? It’s just noise now… in my day you could understand the lyrics… young people today……
Simplicity is beauty. I’ve had more pleasure from a ripe and juicy nectarine than I have from a complicated fondant. According to William Morris, things should either…
Here’s a quick way to liven up a simple supper of grilled chicken or perhaps some salmon, lightly poached in a stock with some white wine…
It’s a constant, if not full-time job to keep enough food in the house for the seemingly hollow children. And while bergamot curd may not be…
The grapes have always been as much pip as fruit from our garden, this most likely being down to my lack of thining them out in…