I make no apologies for this, but it’s something that’s irritating me as we go round the supermarket. We mostly go around the edge, because that’s where the real food is to be found. The burgeoning of “free from” food is beginning to wind me up. I’ve had my DNA tested by 23andme, I’ve lived… Continue reading “Free from” Food
Let’s talk about the Sunday roast. Funny thing about true indigenous British cuisine is how sparse and rare it is. Even that great traditional British dish of Fish and Chips is a Portuguese/Jewish import apparently. We do other people’s cuisine like Indian and Cantonese pretty well and you won’t starve with Italian, French and so… Continue reading The Good Old Fashioned British Sunday Roast
Sometimes you’re walking past the last day shelf in Tesco and a chicken for £2.50 just leaps out at you, you just can’t avoid it! You think “I can get at least four meals out of it for the two of us!” And you do! As an example meal plan: A proper Sunday roast. Beautiful… Continue reading The flexibility of a chicken
Yesterday we celebrated the perverse American pi day with pie. Perverse because Americans do their dates wrong. The real pi day is obviously 31/4/15 9:26:53 etc. Also, in celebration of
Autumn is like lady bountiful, great food every where. But for me, spring is the one, when we’re emerging from an impossibly long winter, blinking into nice light evenings, sitting outside the pub or cafe, maybe, and enjoying the coming of the summer. Oh, and the seeds for autumnal bounty are sprouting. For me, the… Continue reading From Asparagus to Jersey Royals! Spring food in England.