The first time I tried amaretto I was in a wines and spirits aisle in Tesco and it was Christmas. A woman with curling brown hair and pink cheeks had set up a little tasting stand at the end of the aisle. She’d lined up rows of plastic shot glasses filled […]

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There are a lot of subscription companies about at the moment. The Guardian even did a feature on them. You can stay in and the whole world will come to you. For a price, of course.

Back in January Pomora got in touch with me and asked […]

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This year I passed my level 3 food hygiene certificate. With merit, no less. Which means that I can now be left in charge of a pie factory and nobody will die of pie. Except, possibly, me.

As a holder of a level 3 food hygiene certificate, I know lots about food […]

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If I had any sense of timing at all, I would’ve blogged this review of Beefeater’s Crown Jewel gin two week’s ago, when the Queen was celebrating her 90th birthday. Everything that day came glossed with some tenuous royal glitter, and this gin would’ve slotted right in.

To be fair, […]

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I look for love in all the wrong places. In crisp packets and biscuit barrels, chocolate bars and sandwiches. It’s a strange sort of love. One that’s born out of unwholesome things. But I can’t help seeking it out, even though I know it’s no good for me.

Earlier this year […]

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Back in January my employers got in boatloads of bergamots and I ran a little mad with them. I made bergamot curd, bergamot cake, and no glass of water was complete without a slice of bergamot. Bergamot, bergamot, bergamot. Everything was bergamot. But what would I […]

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Easter was early this year, and so was the wild garlic. Thick-leaved clumps of it have sprouted up and all the parks have their secret patches. I haven’t gone out picking it this year because Danny’s garden is nothing but wild garlic, and he is keen to find homes for this stinking, […]

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There were two black-spotted bananas in the office fruit bowl. They had that sagging look. The kind that means the skin is ready to fall off and the banana is humming with sugar. I felt sorry for them, those poor forgotten bananas. So, in the spirit of no banana being left behind, I […]

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I met Chris in a pub an hour or so before we were due at ROKA. We sat at a dirty table in unforgiving light, drank American beer and talked about global warming. In that kind of environment, a sense of fatalistic nihilism is inevitable. We wondered which countries would sink, and how far north we’d […]

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We always ate fish on Good Friday. Mostly in the form of fish pies, although a few goujons and beer-battered fillets also appeared on the table as the years ran along. I was in my 20s when I found out why we ate fish on Good Friday: we were fasting. If eating breakfast […]

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