Tag: Chef
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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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Soy-glazed seabass
As far as jobs go, mine is marvellous. Becoming a chef was never a childhood dream – in another life I will be a ballet dancer – as it was far too sweaty, stressful, and you can’t paint your nails. But, contrary to my expectations, it is a role I’ve worked in for the last…
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My cookbook heroines
By my bed are two piles of cookbooks and food memoirs, stacked precariously. They are within easy reach for when I write a blog post, think of a new dish to put on the specials board at the cafe, or to simply peruse and ear-mark (although most cookbooks now come with a ribbon book-marker! Ingenious!)…
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Toblerone for dinner
It’s Saturday evening and I’m in bed eating a Toblerone. I told myself to find a small package of this devilish triangular chocolate; a few quick nibbles and that’s it, I’m sedated from my chocolate cravings. This hunt for a small bar was completely unsuccessful, however (do they only exist in duty free?) and I…
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Hispi: The life of a chef
I’ve seen a selection of interesting jobs in my adult life. After working at a cookware shop I interned at StudioCanal and was a bit too open revealing my love for Benedict Cumberbatch to a room full of laughing office workers, before I moved on to become a personal assistant to a film director. I…