I had grand plans for this dish. I had visions of placing the lion’s share of it into methodically labelled tupperware and embarking on the ‘Winter is coming’ process of stocking of the freezer. A nesting woman and a label maker is a dangerous combination. I present to you exhibit a) And yet, it never […]
pulses
My body needs pulses. It needs fish. It needs tomatoes. It needs apples and it needs nuts. This is a standard situation, but it’s one made more acute by what I’ve been consuming for the past twelve days. None of those are things which appear that frequently on the menus of restaurants in Bruges, […]
It’s time. I’m getting evangelical about black beans again. It might feel like there are other babies that are getting attention at the moment. Babies like this one. Or this one. But I still have a lot of affection for my first- the slow carb ebook, which happily is once again selling like hotcakes, […]
There are countless things that are funny about being 21 weeks knocked up and playing host to something the size of a fat pomegranate. It’s funny when you catch a glimpse at yourself in the mirror and no longer recognise yourself. I’m like one of the lost boys in Hook pushing and pulling at […]
The film: The dish: The reason: Def: Zero Dark Thirty: Military terminology referring to 30 minutes past 12, or a time when it’s just darn dark outside. One might think these falafels are the perfect match for Kathryn Bigelow’s mysteriously titled filmic hunt for Osama because it takes exactly twelve and a half minutes to […]