The weekend in Normandy we took in May 2013 – cripes, our last family holiday – was memorable for mussels, oysters, and dragging a screaming baby around the Benedictine distillery.
For my hen weekend, my girlfriends took me fishing off Ramsgate harbour. I could barely conceal my excitement for the whole time we were at sea, which exposed a rather nasty side to my character, because 50% of my crew had extreme seasickness. We were blessed with really calm conditions and sunny weather, and ourContinue reading
Plenty of dishes are unkind to the amateur food photographer, and ham and chicory gratin is one of them. Fortunately, this classic dish tastes more dignified than it looks, and anyway, who can resist a penis joke at a dinner party? My grandmother was a huge fan of chicory, but I didn’t develop a tasteContinue reading
My grandma’s cookbook entitled Ration Recipes is a precious, stained and fragile thing, given to me by my aunt Kate when I visited her in Nairn this summer. My grandma was given the journal by a friend in 1941 and she used it her whole life, recording in it the recipes she made for herContinue reading
This summer I wrote excitedly about the arrival of StrEAT, a regular street food market in my home town of Lewes, East Sussex. StrEAT organiser Elisa Furci has since hosted a number of successful markets and is now looking forward to her season finale on Saturday 14th December. Last night I muscled my way inContinue reading