Most people are torn between heart and mind. Take me to Port Eliot Festival and I am torn between belly and mind, constantly on a relay (uphill) between the walled garden for my literary fix and the food tent, this year sponsored by Fortnum and Mason.
My doctor told me I had to stop throwing intimate dinner parties for four unless there are three other people – Orson Welles.
Food fads are never good. Sensible culinary countries such as Italy, France and Spain seem immune to our tabloid-fed paranoias about what to eat. It’s boring. And mostly funded by companies with a vested interest in selling us the food in the first place. Doh.
I say surf but really I lawnmow. Yep, that’s right: I don’t ride barrels, have no idea how to carve and rarely wipe-out. Instead I gently slide, belly on wood (behind neoprene) into shore with an occasional squeal, not unlike the action of cutting grass: arms outstretched, pushing forward. And that’s how I like it best.
What perverse culinary twist has turned lunchtime at work into the spurned lover of our daily meals? Keep her (or him) firmly under wraps, consume preferably under the pretence of doing something else and whatever you do, don’t acknowledge them for shame of being found out.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. – Virginia Woolf
Emily Scott, award-winning chef and once owner of The Harbour restaurant in Port Isaac (now Outlaw’s Fish Kitchen) has made her name as a chef who has a love of simple, seasonal and quality food. The Harbour Kitchen Supper Club is part of her private catering company The Harbour Kitchen, which she describes as being all about: “good food and bringing people together round a shared table.” Read More