I love cities. I love everything about them: the noise, the energy, the bustle but most of all I love their endless possibilities. In a city you can go anywhere, be anything, change your hair style, your life style and your job without comment. Having grown up in a small town I loved the anonymity of London when I first arrived here and since then apart from a brief time spent between London and Suffolk I’ve always lived right in the centre, willingly sacrificing easy parking and a garden for the sheer joy of walking home from the theatre, having cafes open late into the night and busses, wonderful, frequent busses, that whisk you anywhere you want to go. When I came back to live in London full time a friend commented that she’d always thought i was too urban for coastal living. “Urban!” I cried” I’m Metropolitan” as I shook off my deck shoes and pulled on my Laboutins. Continue reading
I’ve been making summer jellies a lot recently. These are gelatine set ones not the ones more associated with my role on Big Allotment Challenge which are pectin rich preserves! The jellies add both elegance and a touch of “remembrance of time times past” to a special summer meal, reminding us of tables spread with treats at parties when we were children. Continue reading
These were two rather different lunches, one a long leisurely Sunday lunch with friends the second a delicious, hand held, pork stuffed roll.
So I’ll begin with Edwins
Opening in the vicinity of Borough Market would seem to be great idea for anyone hoping to capture some of the foodie buzz that is found around London Bridge these days. And when I heard that this, above a pub restaurant, would have the chef from another favourite place of mine, The Riding House Cafe , I though it worth a look. Borough Market is an obviously place of pilgrimage for me and one I visit often but as it was Sunday this vibrant noisy and sometimes chaotic place was almost deserted. I had walked from my home in Islington down to St Paul’s and then over the bridge and along the river. I cut in through the market and stopped for, a to my mind, well deserved, glass of prosecco at Wright Brothers where I was tempted to have an oyster or two. I am so pleased I saved all the room for feast that awaited us at Edwins. Continue reading
It’s been a busy few weeks since I last posted on this site. For a start THE programme is now being shown so you all know what I did last summer…And I’ve been feverishly working to get my new book finished and proof read before I go the Seattle. But as ever I’ve been eating out, a lot, so I thought I’d do a quick round up of some of the stuff I’ve been stuffing myself with starting with…..
If I say I’ve eaten here four times since it opened you might get some idea of just how much I love this place. Part of the Saltyard, group whose other restaurants I enjoy, I had high hopes but I still didn’t think it would be quite as good as it is. I’ve eaten many times at Opera Tavern loving the food but finding the space less enjoyable, Dehesa love the space, but the food whilst very good always seems a bit too costly when its time to pay, I’ve not been to Salt Yard so can’t comment on that one, but in Ember Yard I think I’ve found that great combination of space, food and most important the best Negroni. Continue reading
Kale pesto is a bit of a New Thing. Kale as you will all know is very of the minute: kale smoothies, kale chips, kale this, kale that and now kale pesto.
Being hungry, having just the right ingredients in the fridge and not wanting to buy anything as I’m off on holiday soon I though I would give it a try.
Naturally, living in Islington, I didn’t just use any kale but Cavalo Nero adding to that fresh Parmesan, extra virgin oil, toasted pine nuts, French garlic, Maldon sea salt and freshly ground black Nero di Sarawak pepper, as I said, just a few bits and pieces from the average North London store cupboard Continue reading
I posted a recipe for friands just before Christmas and have been experimenting with more varieties. I’d never heard of a friand till last year: Financiers, Cup Cakes, Whoopie Pies yes but Friands? As ever when I hear of something new I was intrigued. Intrigued enough to search Paris for exactly the right mould in which to cook them, my research telling me they should be oval in shape. I was obsessed, making my poor husband and the friends we were staying with tramp though damp streets. Continue reading
Christmas 2013 was packed with incident from the moment I flew to Seattle to stay with and then bring home for the holidays my grandchildren and my daughter. Continue reading
Many of you will know that my daughter and her family moved to Seattle in May of this year. It’s been a tricky time for them: moving with a small child and a two month old baby is not easy, moving to a place where you know no one adds another layer of difficulty.
Six months on, and after some trying times things are looking up. I’m on my second visit and will be flying home with most of the family for Christmas in London. Before we leave though I was keen Jade showed me how to make friands.
I’ve been thinking about pie a lot recently.Partly the cold weather is to blame for whilst I will eat pie at any time of year as soon as the leaves start to turn and fall pie seems to become the answer to so many questions.
Need something to warm you through? Pie. Need a good idea for supper? Pie. Want to put a smile on someone’s face? Pie. Filling up before a cold two hours watching Arsenal? Pie. You see I’m trying to think of a question that doesn’t have pie as it’s answer and I can’t. Continue reading
We had an excellent evening on Wednesday at Cookbook Club. The theme was Food from a Cold Climate and Signe Johansen came to talk to us about growing up in Norway, how the food is an essential part of the culture, the importance of drinking schnapps when eating steamed lamb ribs and much, much more.
Loads of people brought food we had: Tartiflette, Quince friands, maple syrup, Cornish butter and clotted cream from Rhodda, Arctic cranberry cakes, Quince gin, St Lucia buns, Limpa bread and Signe’s sweet Norwegian waffles served with brown cheese which were spectacularly good and will be on my breakfast table soon. Continue reading