Brilliant Brinjals
I can already hear it: some regular readers haven’t even got this far. They hate brinjals and the title had them going, “Yech!” Well, that’s tough … More Brilliant Brinjals
I can already hear it: some regular readers haven’t even got this far. They hate brinjals and the title had them going, “Yech!” Well, that’s tough … More Brilliant Brinjals
In 1986, I moved into my first flat (apartment); it had a gas stove. Even though I only lived there for six months, that gas stove was seminal to the development of my cooking skills and more importantly, my love affair with gas. It was an antique,… … More Cookin’ with gas
My father loved soup. He would eat virtually any soup, from a consommé (hot or cold) to a Scotch Broth. As a child, I hated soup and every winter, my mother made it by the gallon; it was always a vegetable soup with one or other bone flung in. Occasionally (very occasionally), and when they … More Cool as a cucumber
I’m not a morning person. This is mostly why, over the years, Tom does the breakfast. There are, however, times when I get in on the act. Usually it’s because I have a bee in my bonnet about something – and it’s over a weekend or a holiday, so I’m a bit more capable of engaging … More Turn a simple breakfast into a stunning one