There’s a potato salad that’s sold at the supermarket near our flat in London. It haunts me at night; gloopy with mayonnaise, thickened by an alphabet soup of letters that make up stabilisers. The potato seems floury, cubes of bland pap held together by starch and a little sadness. There are speckles of colour through […]
boy food
The first time we traipsed to a supermarket in Britain, The Hungry One was agog. There I was, busy puzzling over ‘Fairy liquid’ when he appeared clutching a champagne sized bottle of something in his hands. ‘Three pounds! Three pounds for Leffe!’ he said shaking his head in disbelief. It was at that point I […]
‘Perfect’ spaghetti bolognaise. Otherwise known as a mine field – and not just because of regional politics in which a Bologna ragu is rarely served with spaghetti…. More so because like other comfort food classics from schnitzel to french toast, the way you like your meat, tomato and pasta has little to do with adult […]
An excess of richness is a real thing (both in food and life). What you need every now and again is a pickle. Something to make you pucker and wince a bit. A prick of contrast to point out how indulgent everything is. It can come in the form of realising you’ve probably missed the […]
Here’s the thing about ribs. There an absolutist feast. You either love them (usually with with a fire burning passion) or you hate them. If you hate the there’s every chance that the sight of people tearing at sticky, stringy bone-tethered meat with their bare hands makes you hide corner and hum ‘ooh ooh child’ […]