A breezy, damp, dark Wednesday evening. Spirits low and not relishing the prospect of a damp Autumn I made my way to Telegraph Hill’s Peppeckish.
Those two words – Cabbage, and Soup – are usually enough to strike fear into the most courageous hearts. Fear not dear reader. Cabbage is uninspiring. Yes,… Read more “Cabbage Soup”
Laugharne, Saundersfoot, Waterwynch, Tenby, Manorbier, Caldey Island, Stackpole Quay, Barafundle Bay, St David’s … names redolent of the Pembrokeshire coast of Wales. Coastlines are fascinating spaces. The… Read more “Coasts”
I used to love my Mother’s Indian Water Pickle, eaten as a child with freshly made, flaky, buttery Paratha and a daal. It’s a North Indian classic.… Read more “Indian Water Pickle and Paratha”
It’s a commonly held view that the world is hurtling through change at a breakneck pace. That our increasingly globalised culture is being changed by technological disruption… Read more “Market ecologies”
Indian and South Asian food in the UK is improving, and reflecting the authentic flavours, techniques and regional differences of that part of the world better. Hurrah!… Read more “Indian Food”
It’s a classic dish, Spaghetti alla Norma. Yet too often I’ve had versions which are bland, with aubergine undercooked, and rubbery. Vile. I encountered Italian food as… Read more “Spaghetti alla Norma”