There is a time and a place for slow food, and Tuesday evening is neither the time nor the place. Advertisements
We have been making the most of the heatwave this week, if you can call the sun deigning to appear and not give way to hailstorms for three days straight a ‘heatwave’. Having spent a weekend in Holland where it was so bitterly cold we… Read More
We were away last week. We went on holiday over a long weekend, and ate gorgeous food, and coveted beautiful houses, and met brilliant people, and saw more paintings of 17th century militia than I previously thought possible. We get home late on Monday evening, and… Read More
It may seem churlish to find a problem with cranachan; as if I’m trawling perfecty acceptable British classics, and picking holes in them. But I promise you this isn’t change for change’s sake.
I have become obsessed with tiny kitchen miracles: little, unassuming, simple recipes, that for whatever reason become so much greater than the sum of their parts. A paltry number of ingredients that give way to deliciousness or complexity that almost defies reason. This shortbread is… Read More