Salad days

The first warm rains have cracked summer open and, as we contemplate the liquid blue sky and ponder what it means for the weekend’s barbecue, we’re forced to contemplate the vexed issue of raw vegetables. Salads are generally an after-thought in the British kitchen. The standard offering is a condensation-heavy bag ... Read More...

Jambon voyage

Since acquiring two little boys and their accompanying paraphernalia we've tended to use the shooting brake (ok, our VW) to travel to our holiday destination in the South of France. As a consequence - and also because of the sometimes frequent stops required by said little boys, one of whom ... Read More...

Easter eggs

There were two high points to my Easter Sundays when I was a child. First, waking up to find that the Easter Bunny had indeed come a-hopping and left me a chocolate egg at the bottom of my bed. The second was the trip to Butser Hill to roll painted ... Read More...

Cockney cuisine

I was in my local fishmonger's on the weekend, Steve Hatt on the Essex Road. Whilst I was waiting to be served I took a look at their list of orders for collection on the day. It was mostly fashionable seafood for smart local restaurants - I noticed Ottolenghi were ... Read More...

River Cottage Canteen

Now that I've reached the age where I’ve come to terms with life turning inexorably from carefree abandon into a sort of slow accumulation of lint, I find myself experiencing strange new feelings. Walking into the tools section of the DIY store imbues me with a thrilling promise of untapped ... Read More...

St Patrick’s Day scones

I lived in Ireland for three months last year and if there was one thing I learned to appreciate while I was there, it was the importance of a good cup of tea. Every evening, after work, my housemates and I would gather together and churn through the day, sifting ... Read More...