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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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 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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This week it was my friend Naomi’s birthday. Naomi, along with Gemma, founded the Band of Bakers, a baking club that I erratically attend, normally with something terrible and childish squashed in a Tupperware tub. Like the tower of popcorn, M&Ms and pretzels that I […]

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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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I was inspired to make this ridiculously time consuming dinner for one after listening to Ruth Rogers on Desert Island Discs. That, and having six ripe tomatoes – fat as tennis balls, their skins cracking with juice – sitting in the fruit bowl waiting to be eaten.

On Desert […]

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Once I’ve finished spiralising potatoes, I’m going to use my Nutribullet to make pina coladas

I look at the spiraliser on my kitchen worktop and sometimes I wonder if it isn’t just another fondue set. A Breville toastie maker. A pasta machine. A gadget that seems like […]

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