Some nights you just need a bowl of chicken soup. Not because you’re particularly poorly. Not because you’ve got a gaping whole in your soul that can only be cosseted by poultry fat. You might have got a parking ticket. You might have accidentally sent a reply all email with something unflattering in it – […]
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There is nothing sexy about lentil soup. It’s a frumpy brown. It’s got the texture of troublesome cellulite. The smell takes me to my grandmother’s. It was a thrifty way to use the left over ham from family functions, after slices had been carved with a serrated electric knife – for ease of cutting. Yet […]
‘I’d like something green. And I’m a little too tired to chew’. This is how dinner came to be. We’d flown back in after five days in Morocco. We arrived home at 2.30am. The Hungry One had to be up and off to work the next morning at 7.30 am. There was dust still in […]
This is sick food, coddled in a cliche and a lap rug. The nose is still trickling like a recalcitrant tap and there are noises coming from my chest that sound like they belong to a marooned elephant seal.This is a meal for one, best eaten with your back to some weak sun. But if […]
It’s all systems go over here. The Hungry One’s out bringing home the bacon. I have some projects on the boil and a cold. Life for him is a little hectic- but we’re getting good at quickly catching each other at the beginning and close of a day. There’s lots to talk about- weighing up […]