I can see my breath in the mornings as I cycle to work, getting a wet bum from my rain-soaked saddle. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to stick to my lunchtime...
Well, it really has been quite the gastro weekend. The question is not what to write, but where to start? The beginning might make sense, but I fear that if...
I go through occasional bouts of virtuous foodism. Take today for instance: I’ve just returned from a food shopping expedition to the organic shop, where I eschewed kiwis from the...
Yes, it’s the word on every foodie’s lips around this time of year: asparagus. Knowing that I was keen to get hold of some, my colleague phoned me from the...
At this time of year in Amsterdam, the morning mist throws a soft silver blanket over the sky and the water, the city coming into focus like an old film....
