My mother’s kitchen smelt of leeks, frying gently in butter. So when I seek succour, I fry leeks, gently, in butter.
My life is punctuated by books.
I know, I know. There are two problems with this ‘recipe’: 1. It is a salad. At Christmas. And I’m going to tell you that this will fill you with sparkle and festive spirit. I know; and 2. It is a salad. A recipe for… Read More