Tag Archives: Nigel Slater
Rabbits are ripe for eating
I have pet rabbits but I also eat meat. Call me a food snob but I worry about where my meat comes from and I’d rather eat less of it than eat mass-produced, clumsily-slaughtered, chemical-ridden and unhappy animals. That’s just … Continue reading
Autumn into winter and mad about medlars
The misshapen medlar, mespilus germanica, has a little of the dog’s bottom about it: a puckered and cheeked squashed apple with an air of authority that comes from heritage. I love these primeval bulbous fruits – the medlar, the bulging … Continue reading
Knob Ends, Pokers and Cornish Chorizo
With signs to the award-winning Peckish fish ‘n’ chips in Camelford and Aunt Avice’s pasties lighting the way to Deli Farm Charcuterie, I knew I was on the right foodie road. Skinny lanes and high Cornish hedgerows later, I had … Continue reading
F*** pears: poach them in ginger wine
According to Nigel Slater: “Like a snowflake, the perfectly ripe pear is a fleeting thing.” For Eddie Izzard: “Pears can fuck off cos they’re gorgeous little beasts but they’re ripe for half an hour and you’re never there, they’re like … Continue reading
Fresh yeast and tomcat: recipes with elderflower
Lemon drenched summer meadow, blossom stuffed citrus foam, fizzy floral lime lawn. Elderflowers, Sambucus nigra. The heady herald to summer, the scent of patio doors flung open to barefoot tennis, the schlock of croquet mallets, the promise of long navy … Continue reading
Tom Scades is making waves at Tides restaurant, Rock
I first met Tom at the Slow Food AGM. He was young, quietly ambitious and invited me down to do a review. My companion CC and I headed out last Friday to the north coast, still one of my favourite … Continue reading
A Woman’s Place is in the Kitchen
Reviewing the Whitechapel Gallery’s Dining Rooms last weekend, to which Gordon Ramsay protégée, Angela Hartnett, has recently lent her expertise, led me to thinking of the discrepancy between women in the kitchen and celebrity women chefs. Where are they? Or … Continue reading