This could be a story about how when we went to Portugal we ate terrific piri piri chicken. It would be one of those blog posts. Like the holiday facebook album of people you were once close to, you’ll probably skim through, and click away with a sniff of disapproval (how in the heck do […]
pulses
These are eggs that deserve a party. Yet brunch gatherings aren’t always easy or fun. They’re often the domain of people with small children – the ones trying to maintain the social life they once had, before the nap times of tiny creatures cannibalised their day. They’re for me nine years ago, playing house with […]
Those who have read the blog for a while now will be well acquainted with the oatmeal squares that frame each photo. They’re bland, boring… safe. For those who haven’t guessed, it’s not a speciality prop from my extensive supply; it’s the the carpet adjacent to the window; up here in our castle in the […]
‘Do you have something morally against carbs?’ This was a question posed to me on twitter the other day after I’d posted on instagram some of my meals. I’d originally been posting photos tagged as from a ‘no carb prison’. Over time it’s softened to just a no carb place. The fact is, I have […]
Pulses are good for many things, chief among them their ability to help you find your balance again. Two hours ago I was squashed on a flight from St Petersburg to London. This was what they served us for ‘breakfast’. Two stumpy, flabby berliner sausages and some powdery wedges of potato. Because I was starving […]