Dear foodies, On our first night in Chicago we ate the best tortilla chips with guacamole and salsa ever from Rick Bayless’ Mexican restaurant Xoco. Next day, we did the...
The month of May went by in a blur of wedding dresses, champagne receptions and flower arrangements. Given that there’s a 90% chance of me launching into an anti-patriarchy/anti-religion rant...
Day one of my Dordogne holiday started mightily out of character. My three girl friends – Scary French Lady from Amsterdam, the Feminist from London and the Parisian from, well,...
When I talk to people about love (which – believe it or not – even this cynical, sarcastic old foodie does from time to time) I always use a particular...
Saucisson of every variety imaginable So, we’re 2300 metres above sea level (in Val Thorens – officially the highest ski resort in Europe) and the temperature’s around -10 degrees centigrade....
Last weekend was all about vodka: Polish vodka. I spent the weekend in Krakow, after which I ended up in Warsaw airport with a whole heaps of Polish złote and...
Those of you who follow my blog will know I have a bit of an obsession with North Africa. I’m not sure why: my blood is as Northern European as...
It always slightly grates on me when bloggers spend post after post apologising for not posting. If you’ve got nothing to say, then don’t say it. But here I am...
My absence over the past two weeks has been due to my first holiday to Scandinavia. While Sweden may conjure up images of hours spent in the check-out queues at...
