February is the month when the chill really sets in for me. November is never really that cold, December is kept warm by a continual blanket of rich food and celebratory drinks, January I haven’t really woken up… By the time February gets here I’m sick of the long, dark days and the all-pervasive damp…Read More
Brunch – it’s one of those words I’ve grown to hate. Not quite, breakfast, not quite lunch, ooh let’s skip down to the Northern Quarter and spend our house deposits on avo on toast. It’s not that I don’t do brunch. It’s become a necessity when seeing friends who’ve procreated. It takes the pressure off…Read More
Both my grandmothers were great cooks who instilled in me the love of cooking, the importance of sitting down to break bread with those we love and the role that food plays in nurturing both our bodies and our souls.Read More
This month I learned a new word: hypoparathyroidism.
Not only is it quite a mouthful, but that one word has made me evaluate how every single piece of food I consume…
Recently there has been an enormous amount of hand wringing, commenting, denigration and argument about whether accepting a free meal/product invalidates your opinion as…Read More
I’ve never dined alone before – this statement doesn’t count the hours I while away in coffee shops, the sushi I grab for my lunch or the food eaten al desko – to qualify, this statement relates solely to evening restaurant dining; table for one, ALONE. And something I experienced first hand last night. Don’t wheel out the violins…Read More
Zipping about in their fancy cars, discovering new parts of the country and enjoying themselves along the way was a dream our forefathers held close to their hearts. The architecture of service stations such as Forton on the M6 is testament to this with its tower restaurant and futuristic space ship design. Forton Services – with…Read More