I’m not going to recap the last months for you: my column at The Pool does it in real-time, with occasional in-depth pieces at The Toast, if you’re interested. Because […]
This is comfort food at its most simple: both in terms of taste, and in terms of process. It is so simple I almost think it’s silly to write a recipe, but perhaps you’ve had this kind of day, too, and perhaps you need a very simple, pretty nursery tea. Just right for a person cooking one-handed.
In which I compare spam commenters to Joyce, Nigella Lawson to Hamlet, and assert that Graham The Nasty Commenter eats flies. And in which I make vast quantities of pasta.
We came back from the hills on the train with a Ziploc bag of fresh peas, and fistfuls of sorrel in wet newspaper, and a posy of my roses and […]
I never had mac’n’cheese as a kid. I was offered it once at a friend’s house- pallid and gloopy-white- and immediately remembered that my mum wanted me home for my […]
There is nothing better than a good knead when everything is dreadful. Pounding the soul out of a ball of dough is almost as satisfying as pummelling the soul out […]