When I moved into my first proper flat, I had finally accumulated enough baking and cookery books that I could arrange them by colour. A rainbow of spines spread across the top of my chest of drawers, a mini library I could pick and choose from to expand my dinner horizons, try new techniques and…
Could you say that the strawberry is the food of celebration? Closely behind the drink of celebration – Champagne, of course – but there is something smile inducing about a bowl of fat red strawbs, freshly washed and ready to be drizzled with cream, smashed and whipped with meringues or even popped in that flute…
In a few months, I will turn 25 and apart from the occasional glance at quarter-life-crisis listicles that somehow reappear at the top of Buzzfeed curiously late at night when I should be sleeping and wondering where everything is headed, I feel pretty secure where I am. I have a good job, I have lovely…
When I was a teenager, Saturday night dinners followed a fairly similar path. Eating as a family would normally result in steak, thickly cut rooster potatoes roasted in the oven with chilli flakes and rocket dressed with parmesan, olive oil and balsamic. If it was just my sister and I, we would raid the…