Category: Snacks
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Pickled cucumber
My dad has a weakness for pickles. Or, should I more accurately say, food preserved in jars. He has been graciously granted the top shelf of the fridge to keep all these misshapen glass jars, usually full of something bloated and discoloured suspended in liquid, and I have habitually looked past this section of the…
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Homemade taramasalata
It’s been a busy week. For the first time I can remember, I’ve not been thinking about food, what I’m eating, cooking or baking, instead my thoughts are preoccupied with the logistics of that cooking – storage, transporting food across the city, and installing stoves and ovens. The café is expanding. A new branch in…
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Roasted Red Pepper Salsa
I had a plan for this blog post, dear reader. September is suddenly upon us, along with all those cosy autumnal feelings, so after work the other day I strolled along a quiet cycle lane, shielded either side by banks of greenery, in search of blackberries. These late-summer fruits are perfect September fare, tart, inky…
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A slice of bread
Somehow, tartines passed me by. For someone who claims to be a food-obsessive and, for that matter, work in the food industry, this is quite embarrassing. I think I was confused as the word looks so similar to ‘tarte tatin’ (it does), which is structurally the same – a carby chewy base, topped with flavourful…
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Eton mess ice cream sundae
After a sad and surreal week, returning to the nest is always the ticket. A mother’s love always makes things better, along with a shared punnet of juicy strawberries and her saying I ‘deserved a night off’ and could go and relax instead of helping her clear up after dinner. She knows the way to my…
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Midnight feasts
Isn’t it interesting how most treats are a night time indulgence? Post-dinner, once the kitchen is quiet and gleaming it is time to creep unashamedly back to raid the fridge and prepare the illicit midnight feast that will satisfy those nightly cravings. Food becomes furtive and the recklessness of a pre-bedtime munch encourages us to believe…
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Guacamole
My dad works away from home, spending most of his week near Birmingham. Every Thursday he drives back to be the out-numbered male in a house of three women and spends the weekend cooking up a storm. He is a very good cook – throughout our family life he has taken the reins of providing…