It snowed a little last night. Not a lot. Just enough to edge the roofs and walls with white, and puddle in ashy heaps in garden corners. By mid-morning it was all gone. The grey wool sky stayed dry and what sun made it through the clouds melted the snow. A cold, unmagical day that […]

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Another year is done, and I am a little older and a lot more shameless. That’s the best thing about ageing. As I inch further and further along my timeline, I realise there’s less and less stuff for me to worry about.

I had dinner at The Camberwell Arms on New Year’s Eve. […]

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A office Christmas party without alcohol is basically an after hours meeting. One without an agenda, obvious end time or biscuits. It’s a prospect too horrible to consider. So when our department do hoved into view, I made sure to kick start it with some miracle gin.

“Miracle gin?” you ask, possibly unable to comprehend how much […]

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Back in September a PR got in touch about a campaign Aspall Vinegar were going to run called Pickle With Pride. Simple idea: they send out some pickling kits, everyone pickles things, hashtags it #PickleWithPride and society at large realises how brilliant pickling is and buys more […]

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You may have noticed a lot of Rick Stein in my previous blog post about Padstow. It’s not nicknamed Padstein for nothing. Four restaurants, a cookery school, deli, patisserie, gift shop, fishmongers, 39 rooms and one cottage to rent in the town make for quite a presence. But […]

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Eating Padstow, Cornwall

On November 20, 2015 By

You’ve heard of Padstow, haven’t you? Of course you have. It’s a small fishing village on the North Coast of Cornwall with just under 3,000 inhabitants and, staggeringly, 500,000 day trippers every year. The reason they come? Rick Stein.

It started in 1974, when Rick and Jill Stein bought a nightclub on the […]

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During one of my occasional back sweeps through the blog, I realised this recipe had vanished into the sinkhole that opened up when I moved the site from its original home to this shiny new palace. So I’ve rescued it in time for Stir Up Sunday.

This is a Christmas cake […]

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The infection finally settled in my chest on the same day the fog covered London. I’d been sick for a week by then. Dripping nose, wheezing cough, a throat like hot gravel. A typical cold, in other words. But something had prompted the virus to make a leap for greatness. So it crept into my lungs […]

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Great British Bake Off is over, but with my usual tremendous sense of timing, I still have some baking to go if I am going to bake along with the show. Or with the memory of the show, which is what is happening now.

I’m not doing two of the signature bakes. Firstly, […]

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Great British Bake Off is back and kitchens across the country resound with the rattle of wooden spoons against mixing bowls. As I watched episode one along with the rest of Twitter, misswhiplash […]

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