Regal Borscht

I have at last joined FareShares, which is going through a transitional phase, you might say. In order to facilitate more relaxed and happy communications at its meetings on the 15th of each month, I suggested that we hold these meetings up the street, at 184 Crampton Street, aka the Pullens Centre and serve food.... Continue Reading →

Griddled Grass

I don't wish to present myself as the kind of person who enjoys out-of-season vegetables willy nilly, with no thought for the natural order of things, but plump Peruvian asparagus was two punnets for three quid in Marks & Sparks and the first week of January is no time to be abstemious. So, I succumbed. ... Continue Reading →

Beetrooty Rislaf

Rooty rislaf with grilled haloumi - so good it cracked the plate! I've eaten a lot lately at Mamuśka, the Polish canteen within London's least lovely shopping centre which, contrary to long-held plans, is no longer to be demolished, but is actually going to be 'refurbished and get a new tower', according to the Standard.... Continue Reading →

Ottolenghi au gratin

I like Yotam Ottolenghi's style & enjoy his story.  I dig his recipes in da Grauniad.  I tried his beetroot and celeriac gratin. My assistant did the peeling and chopping, as usual. She assembled the bake, put it in the oven, and left me to it. We didn't have enough cream and Yotam's specified 'teaspoon of salt and... Continue Reading →

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