After ten days away I was happy to be home. My warm flat, my kitchen, my Amsterdam. I almost couldn’t bear to tear myself away last night. Strictly Come Dancing...
Too busy to blog. stop. Hence telegram thing. stop. Sunday was Koevoet. stop. Dutch eetcafe style meets Sicilian family cuisine. stop. Buffalo mozzarella and parma ham unadorned and animalistic. stop....
As winter becomes ever more pervasive, my impulses turn towards cosy gezelligheid, warm eetcafes, spicy red wine and comfort food. With two newbies in town, I wanted to try somewhere...
Finally, a week after the event, I return to last Friday night – an evening marked by the arrival of ex-Amsterdammer friends. It’s always nice when someone else takes charge...
I can’t count the number of times someone has told me I’ll make a great wife because I can cook. I rarely feel the need to express my feminist principles,...
Ever cooked for a nine year-old? Ask them what they want for dinner and all but the most die-hard foodified child has one standard response: pasta. Well, that’s on the...
Flu a thing of the past and drinking hat firmly back on head, it was high time I started going out again. Last night I went to a Mexican restaurant,...
Didn’t someone write a self-help book about chicken soup? Something about nourishing the soul and restoring us to emotional health… or I might just be making that up. In any...
I am deeply troubled. A few weeks ago, I shamefully failed to identify tamarind in a sauce, and mistook mint for coriander in a dressing. At a mere 28 years...
