My son is neither Chinese nor Japanese, and yet he’s constantly lifting his bowl to his lips…not to cool his noodles or soup, but mostly to drink up the milk in his cereal bowl. Forget that he’s only 2.5 years old, this could be the start of him morphing into a worldly guy – complex, influenced and tempered by the world around him.
Chocolate Chilli Truffles
Saturday morning
Being in London – Part 2
You already know I had a great time in London – according to me, a well-deserved break. Now one thing I can say is that I had a lot of typical British meals – from a cream tea of scones to the staple, Fish and chips and Eton mess. Now each of these has a special place in British history and so I’ll talk about them, very briefly. Oh, and my repertoire of edible flowers also increased with the introduction of Nasturtiums!
Saag chicken stew
Dinner in a hurry. No time to stop and think. All that sat in my head was coconut rice with something hot, something with chilies.
Being in London – Part 1
Manchester, 1990: Unfortunately, this B&B doesn’t offer a Continental breakfast. When I try a cracker with jam, I almost spit it out because it tastes so foul. When I look up from my plate, I see everyone in the breakfast room is staring at me. An old man at the table beside me coughs. ‘You can’t eat it like that, you know,’ he whispers. ‘You need to …..
Warm salad of Soba noodles & Yakitori chicken
Multiple influences with one confluence: a warm salad of soba noodles with yakitori chicken!
A tale of lemons and peaches
I actually started writing this post a few days ago and am only just finishing it off! Saturday night’s dinner…and sunday morning’s brekkie. You must think I’m obsessed with all things French. And maybe Italian. First it was the Tarte Tatin and then the Caprese millefeuille and now it’s the Clafoutis. Anyway, I’m in London this week, as in right now…finishing off this post – part business, part pleasure. Last weekend was the one weekend I had to use up all my peaches which had been lying in the fruit basket ehmmmm since last friday evening. Can you tell I’ve been scheming to make a peachy dessert...
Chicken caprese millefeuille
For a while now, I’ve been considering making a millefeuille – a kind of stacked tower of ingredients. I guess I’d put it off because of my fear of all things complicated with french names – bain marie, tarte tatin….and all the rest. However, I was feeling very confident that success was close by and feeling the need to apprehend it, I got about a-thinking and decided that a chicken version would do. That was one part.
Chapman – a drink for the champs!
Surely, any drink that has a double-barelled reference to men in one word is worth a closer look. Enter Chapman. def. Chapman – an archaic term for an itinerant peddler