On Saturday morning, a letter dropped through my mailbox containing two newspaper clippings. This is just one of the many reasons why I love my Dad (who is, in fact,...
Last week I met up with London friends and purveyors of Spice Mountain (no prizes for guessing what they sell). If you’re ever at Borough market of a weekend, drop...
I’m not sure if there’s even a season for ostrich eggs, and if there is it probably isn’t in May. And besides, I got the egg for Easter, which was...
For reasons I can only put down to commitment phobia, I never seem to have boyfriends who live in Amsterdam. I also get a lot of visitors. Not surprisingly, then,...
I’ve always been a terrible liar. I blush horrendously, apart from anything else. And the guilt eats me up. I can only remember telling one significant lie, and that’s when...
It’ll come as no surprise to you that I consider myself to be an Amsterdammer through and through. I don’t think you have to have been born in a place...
A few weeks ago, I blogged about a feature on Dutch street food for which I did an afternoon’s film shoot with the presenter. The feature was for GlobalMAG, a...
On Friday, when I was gathering together the ingredients for this post, I had two very different experiences of service that I wanted to share with you. I’d decided to...
I’ve always maintained that it’s hard to write a restaurant review when you’re not the one paying. Even if you can see the prices on the menu, somehow the fact...
