Tag: goats cheese

  • Winter spice marinated goat’s cheese

    Winter spice marinated goat’s cheese

    Much like this year in general, this Christmas has been an excuse for my family to bake. My dad provided the Christmas pud in all its nutty, fruity glory, warm from his slow cooker. My sister made the post-Christmas trifle with layers of homemade sherry-soaked sponge, fruit, cream and chocolate shards, and my mum spontaneously […]

  • French Grocery Shopping

    French Grocery Shopping

    Moving to another country is accompanied by its customary culture shocks. Making sure you drive on the right-hand side of the road for one, and looking left then right when crossing said road. It’s surprisingly easy to forget. I’ve been introduced the famous Tabac carotte which dates back to the 19th century, Flunch which is […]

  • Goat’s cheese and coriander salad

    Goat’s cheese and coriander salad

    Lockdown has been a peculiar time. Like many others I’m sure, my normally eager productivity has sunk into the depths of a swampy quagmire, struggling to stay buoyant. Cooking for myself is suddenly hard work and my cool night time habit of reading cookbooks has worryingly disappeared. People have been proudly nurturing their sourdough starters […]

  • The simple and sublime: scrambled eggs

    The simple and sublime: scrambled eggs

    The first lesson at Leiths School of Food and Wine taught us how to scramble eggs. Our tutor was meticulous, regularly repeating, ‘Now, this is VERY important’ which I would immediately scribble down in my notebook margin, ‘very important!’ with lots of aggressive capital letters, and, like the good pupils we were, we all leaned […]

  • Goat’s Cheese, Walnut and Grape Salad

    Goat’s Cheese, Walnut and Grape Salad

    The car park in which Levenshulme Market is cloistered is surrounded by wildflowers. The grassy incline up to the railway bridge is covered in long green tufts of unweeded foliage and amidst the chaos are flowers in red, white, purple, yellow, all singing the song of summer. All I wanted to do was clamber over […]

  • Peckish?

    My stomach was rumbling. I don’t know about you but by 5pm I like to know dinner is on its way so I can either start the anticipation or admit defeat and find something to nibble. This evening I caved and nibbled. This is the person who, to celebrate handing in their final year dissertation […]