Today, I’m making a virgin mojito, or a ‘nojito’ as I call them. Alcohol doesn’t have a monopoly on awesome drinks and these alcohol free cocktails full of bashed up lime and mint make the perfect mocktail to tease your tastebuds, whatever the weather.
I don’t drink alcohol, I stopped a few years ago. I wondered what the future of drinking would hold for me, was a destined for a life filled with fizzy water, squash and fruit juice? Had I just turned my back on the diverse, technicolour world of cocktails forever, consigned to boring, simple drinks forever more?
Well, no. That was clearly not the case and simply the ‘old’ Gavin wondering how any drink that doesn’t have alcohol could ever be exciting. The fact is, virgin cocktails still taste absolutely awesome, there is no need to have alcohol in them, unless you want
Today I’m making wholemeal ginger cookies, using spelt flour and trying to curb the sugar content. These are lovely, light cookies with a deep flavour and soft bite, perfect to go on the side of some hot milk to warm you up on those winter days.
What is Going on?
I’m in a mess. Existentially. Everything I do leaves me in an existential mess these days. Maybe I need to stop saying that word so much. The world is just a mirror of what I put out, so if I say I’m a mess, it’s a self fulfilling prophecy, I’ll always get back what I put in.
Nonetheless, my mind is befuddled and discombobulated, a tangled labyrinth of misdirection. I want to write so desperately, I desire the construction of lucid torrents of letters borne through raging passion which evoke sheer ecstasy in my soul. But my mind gets hoodwinked,…
Today I’m writing about palmiers, one of the easiest baking recipes in the world and also one of the most versatile, allowing you to play around with sweet and savoury, adding your own flavours and additions as you desire. Great fun for kids to make or impress your guests with home baked pastries that take a few minutes to prepare and will re-assure your position as a domestic god/goddess.
I received an e-mail this morning from a well known food website whose headline was ‘Ham & cheese toasties will make your Pinterest dreams come true’. It’s a top-hole clickbait title, delving into the murky depths of deceptive titles, really scraping the barrel.
These stupendously elaborate and over-promising titles often lead to articles which manage to massively under-deliver their earlier promises. It’s not uncommon to see titles like ‘This recipe will change your life’, ‘You’ll be the most popular…
Today it’s one of my classic, sure-fire favourites. A little recipe I regularly make, always ensuring a bag of corn is residing in the cupboard, ready to launch itself into a steaming hot bowl of sweet cinnamon popcorn at the merest hint of a movie night. Besides, making popcorn at home is awesome fun and once you buy the bag of corn, you’ll always have the ingredients to make as much as you want.
I’ve been eating like a pig this weekend, which just has to happen occasionally, like a high-board dive into unabashed gluttony. They say the best diet is one which is varied, however I eat consistently healthy food in constrained portions all week. Therefore, including a hearty, gut-busting portion of ‘varied’* food occasionally at the weekends, enhances that sought-after variety and can only make my diet the pinnacle of healthy eating**.
* i.e. pizza, curry,…
There’s no need to lament the British Summer when there are such beautifully bright and abundant recipes in the world as this Thai dipping sauce otherwise known as ‘Nam Pla Prik’, a bold and powerful indulgence for your senses.
The Joys of Summer.
I stare out of the window on this summer day, the day before the solstice, the day before the longest sun rises over the glorious plains of Albion, shining new, fresh light into all those who dance under it’s rays, pouring energy fourth and transforming the worlds of those under it.
But instead of such glorious imagery, it is indeed a loathsome, cloudy, grey, wet, summer’s day. I should know better by now, I’ve lived in England for every single one of my 38 years of life to date, and apart from 2013 I struggle to remember a summer that could be in any way termed as…