Now that Christmas is merely a hazy memory akin to my recollection of the precise location that I last parked my car, I feel the need to do a post-mortem analysis on the whole sorry affair, focusing in particular on a cornerstone of the festive foundations; mince pies. It’s a Deal, it’s a Steal. On the second day of January this year I was re-stocking our pantry at the local comestibles super-emporium when I picked up a pack of six mince pies that had been reduced to 10p. The store in question was still trying to shift an enormous pallet load of the things, but these pies were hanging around like the mate that seemingly doesn’t want to leave after staying over the night so just …come and read more!
Last week I had the pleasure of meeting the whole Sorted Food team at their HQ in East London, the fab bunch of guys and gals who are famous for their YouTube channel which is filled with some awesome recipes and a lot of general larking about with food. We were all meeting up to discuss a big food-based issue which they’ve decided to try and tackle – the ‘cooking gap’. Mind the Gap. They’ve been working with the Co-op, to explore the cooking gap which has developed amongst 16-35 year olds. If you’re wondering what the cooking gap is, it’s the lack of cooking experience that has developed in a generation of the UK population. There’s an entire age group of people growing up in …come and read more!
I was recently invited to a blogger morning hosted by The Happy Foodie, a unique event held at the headquarters of Penguin Random House, home to the work of some of food writing’s greatest names including my personal hero, Mr Ottolenghi. The November sun shone across the rooftops of London, showcasing the spectacular view from the Penguin Random House offices, but there were greater treats in store for us shortly afterwards. The highlight of the show was a series of interviews with a few key authors from the Penguin Random House stable, where these food-obsessives would be talking about the journey to publishing their books. It goes without saying that the event was there to raise the profile of these authors, yet the the event taught me …come and read more!
It’s the little things in life, isn’t it? I never thought I’d post about the best way to store herbs and spices, because it’s such a minuscule thing in the world of food, yet here I am. This small thing has actually made an enormous difference to my life in the kitchen, because it’s often the small changes to my way of work that have an unreasonably large effect on my overall happiness, especially when compared to the big changes, the big things I dream of. Dream Big. In the kitchen it’s easy to lust after that expensive stand mixer which will be a culinary revolution, transforming my kitchen into a chic, efficient and successful place that will turn …come and read more!
There’s always been a rule about Christmas in my family, that we don’t talk about ‘the day’ until my Birthday has passed on 11th November. This year I’ve made an exception to the rule for two reasons. Firstly because I decided to book a holiday for the festive period, meaning I’ll be doing yoga, eating exotic food and languishing on an Indian beach in 30ºC heat on Christmas Day this year and I couldn’t keep that quiet. Secondly, because I’ve just had an inspiring Christmas cooking session with Katherine Frelon at Borough Market’s Demo Kitchen, leaving me desperate to make some edible Christmas treats to leave for friends and family to enjoy on the 25th. Katherine’s philosophy about cooking the big meal has a mighty food-based hook, …come and read more!
Yep, I said it. Screw coffee. I’m giving up coffee. Painful decisions. I got ill last week, a stomach bug whose ass I’m still struggling to kick. At first I stuck on a brave face, soldiered on, kept calm, carried on and all that bullshit. However, the stiff upper lip approach to personal health simply resulted in further pain and discomfort, by Thursday last week I felt like food was my sworn enemy. Particularly noticeable were the severe stomach cramps, experienced precisely when I imbibed my luscious, thick black morning coffee. The part of the day which I longed for each morning, I dreamed lucidly of it’s inception and felt bereft when it’s time had passed. That poignant moment, when coffee cup hit desk, computer chimed …come and read more!