The film: The dish: The reason: Despite their advancing years George and Anne Laurent still have a fantasy Parisian apartment, a shared flirtatious twinkle and a love of Schubert. Their final movement begins over an egg at breakfast. A shell is broken and soon so is the smooth veneer of their marriage, as Anne slips […]
Breakfast
We need to talk about the googling. It’s a kernel that germinated around the same time that we had a confirmed poppy seed aboard. If you’re a fly by the seat of your pants, let the wind take you where it may kind of person, then I envy you. If you’re the sort of folk […]
To produce something good, you have to occasionally break a few eggs. And to make something spectacular, you’ll need to make a bit of a mess. This kind of mess. There are certain occasions that call for blueberry pancakes. A celebration of sort. Maybe it’s a promotion. Maybe it’s a birthday. Maybe, just because it’s […]
It’s a time for poppy seeds. This loaf, in particular springs to mind. One of the kick starts for this Croatian Makovnjaca came from my speakers and my soppy habit of listening to Simon and Garfunkel while I work. Yes, there were drops of rain (welcome to London in November). My thoughts were a little […]
To the unborn Wriggler I’m writing this from the other side of an ocean on a pretty grey and cold day in London. Your night is my morning. I should really be working, but this song just came onto my itunes and it made me think about you. Before you arrive, I thought I […]