Do you remember what life was like before Aperol Spritzes? No, me either. Even my parents have a bottle of Aperol in the fridge now. There’s no escape. As soon as the sun crests the clouds and the air is warm enough to allow cardigans to slip […]

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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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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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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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I originally published this recipe on March 17th 2010, a month before I went to Ballymaloe to learn how to cook. It was my St Patrick’s Day post and marked the final countdown to moving to Ireland for three months. A time of using up things, packing up things, […]

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When I think of Easter, I think of Greek food. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s the way the weather is warming up. That first hazy hint of sunshine that sends my mind southwards, towards the Aegean. To blue skies, blue seas, lamb roasted with oregano, spinach pie and feta crumbled […]

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