My Guide to Food – Exploring and Mapping intersections between Nigerian Cuisine and Foods of the World
Every summer I’m infatuated with one stone fruit or the other: last summer it was plums, encouraged by a killer bargain I explored their use in various ways; this year its peaches. Next year just might be Apricots, who knows! Surprisingly however I didn’t know the difference between a peach and a nectarine, confusing the […]
The kumquat is of the genus citrus Fortunella sensu stricto and cousin to other citruses – oranges, lemons and limes sensu lato. Its name might lure you into considering a friendship, if not familial bond with that other homophone of a fruit, the loquat but fear not, they have no ties that bind unlike its […]
On Blame We look everywhere else But at us Pointing fingers At her Him, they and them So it was One sunny afternoon in London Sitting in a boardroom full of women Listening to stories of progress And how to get ahead
This International Pizza Pie party could have gone either way for me. I guess I have Eyjafjallajökull aka the Icelandic volcano to thank for completing it.
……Stories from a crazy cook’s holiday! Weeks later my eyes are still awash with white and magenta sand grains, bleu celeste waters and the heat, oh the heat! Why Barbados?
…Rice n Peas I love Jamaica. Though I’ve never been, I’ve felt kinship with people from the Caribbean most of my life.
Time and chance happeneth to all men….and that’s how we met. On a cold autumn’s day in a room full of serviettes, wood and glue, I made a choice and it was you….dear Kumquat. Your face printed so lovingly on branches, perfect for decoupage!
I’ve been away in the last few weeks – London (again), North of the Netherlands and last weekend in Germany! I’ve never been to Germany proper….I don’t think flying through Frankfurt qualifies as seeing the country so I won’t mention that. As you guess, that has been corrected, amended, changed. Now I can say with […]
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 […]