One of my favourite restaurants in the world is just here in London and has been for the past twenty years. St Johns of St Johns Road, just by the Smithfields Meat Market in the very heart of London....
Seville orange season is coming to an end. And so when – with great alacrity – I recently managed to locate a generous quantity of these bitter Spanish oranges from a fruit market, I simp...
I love the simple flavours of this salad. The acidity of the oranges. The sweetness of the fennel. And – above all – how divinely colourful it looks. It is in fact my favourite salad of t...
Today – Thursday 23rd February – is International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day. Seriously. An actual holiday – although unfortunately, not as yet a Bank Holiday – celebrated t...
In Venice the day after Epiphany, January 7th, marks the official start of Carneval – that twelfth century festival, which still today celebrates indulgence in the build up towards the start of...
My name is Skye and I am a cookbook-aholic. Don’t laugh. It’s an actual condition. And I have it. I love love love cookbooks. As in, completely obsessed. I read them in bed, while I’...
As part of my quest to eat my way through an entire truckle of Stilton this month – genuinely, I kid you not – I put together this salad of figs, blue cheese, watercress with a smattering...
This is a a cold weekend – as in, so cold that you just can’t bare to go outside – kind of a recipe. Or a I-have-to-wait-at-home-all-day -for-a-delivery-because-the-ev er-so-slightly-...
A friend recently observed that true love is doing something sweet for the one that you love every day, not just on Valentines Day. Rather stating the obvious, I felt. I fully accept the naff-ness of...
Credit where credit is due. This is my husband’s masterpiece. Traditionally, husband’s primary contribution to our home cooked meals is one of severe critique. And postprandial cups of te...
It’s Thursday and the weekend is nearly – so very nearly – here. This week, it just can’t come fast enough. Once again, the forecasts in London are predicting snow and the col...
My latest crush, Polpetto, is hidden away in the depths of Soho. Sandwiched between sex shops and nestled just above a busy pub. With barely a sign to mark its presence, if you didn’t know what...
The inspiration behind this divine – and deeply decadent – tart is a dish which I once sampled at the Ivy. Too many years ago. A plate of frozen berries and a jug of hot white chocolate s...
Let me lay all my cards on the table now, and confess that I have never been a great muffin fan. It’s hard to pin-point why exactly: I don’t actively dislike them, they’ve just neve...
January has now passed us by. February is here. But it’s still winter. And it’s really starting to drag. In London – at least – it’s cold, dark and grey. Very grey. Ther...
For Christmas this year we were generously given a whole wheel of Stilton blue cheese. While we remain of course eternally grateful to our benefactor, this has since proven to be somewhat of a Trojan...
I first discovered millionaires shortbread – essentially, buttery biscuit smothered in caramel and topped with milk chocolate – in my exam year at university. I would buy packets of it in...
It’s Australia Day today – the day that Australia was first proclaimed such. There will be fireworks. There will be waving of Australian flags along the beach. There will be parties. And ...
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