It doesn’t happen often, but I think I just invented something amazing. No really! Unless, of course, this is like the original pavlova debate, which would mean that if I googled ‘balsamic pavlova,’ I’d find a New Zealand claimant for… But I won’t do that just yet.
I wrote a couple of Cheat’s Italian recipes a few years ago that I’d never serve to an Italian. My family, on the other hand, keeps eating them over and over again. I must admit that I consistently use similarly non-authentic recipes for a range of other national cuisines. I’d never show – or serve – today’s recipe to my Greek friends, but I’d be happy to eat this most any day of the week.
Whenever I’m in charity shops or second-hand bookstores, I always take a look at the cooking section. The usual selection goes something like this: The Low GI Cookbook, The South Beach Diet, 101 Ways with Mince, Microwave Chinese Cooking. It’s these appliance-specific cookbooks that I find really entertaining. Ever wanted to try roasting a suckling pig in the microwave? Me neither. Read more →
Tuesdays are the longest day of the week by far. The glow of the past weekend has faded. The satisfaction of being halfway through the work-week grind is still a day away. There is only the slow counting of hours until 5.30 and the commute home. However, I’ve decided that muffins are the perfect panacea to the Tuesday blues. Read more →
Some weekends, when I don’t have anything on, I send out a barrage of text invitations to friends I’ve not seen in a while to pop by for tea. Usually, I haven’t seen these people for a reason: they are more organised than I am and will already have an action-packed weekend planned. Clearly, this weekend, everyone was at a similar loose end. On Friday night, I suddenly found myself booked in for an entire weekend of morning, afternoon and evening tea and coffee.