It’s hard to know what to cook right now. March can be a fatiguing month of in-betweens and not-yets, and that’s even more true this year. I usually like to...
Have you ever been haunted by the memory of a dish that you cooked years ago, but can’t quite recall? Or searched for a recipe you once loved and then,...
As much as the unrelenting grey of February calls for hearty stews, rich curries and stodgy pasta bakes, I think we need as much brightness as we can get at...
Indulgent decadence may be so last month, but this year hasn’t exactly got off to an ideal start, so I’d argue the last thing we collectively need right now is...
As I write this, fat snowflakes are falling outside my window and the lavender hue of the waning daylight makes it clear just how frigid it is. It is an...
What dessert should you serve for Christmas? By now, you’ve probably already eaten your fill of mince pies and are sick of snacking on Celebrations. And perhaps like me, you’re...
Underneath the glitter and tinsel, December can be a time of fatigue, one deadline and work party and hosting obligation after another. It can be hard to catch a breath,...
If you ask me, there just aren’t enough dark ales – or brown ales, for that matter – being made today. I love a crispy lager or a hazy IPA,...
My feelings about the festive season are always fluctuating. Some years, I have the energy to host an enormous Thanksgiving feast for a dozen guests, with a showstopper main course...
I’m still surprised by just how quickly autumn arrived this year. In September, I was eating fresh heirloom tomatoes and salads in my back garden. But on a walk in...
There is still the pervasive idea that pairing food and wine is intimidating, as precise as an algebra equation. Get it wrong and risk humiliation. I don’t know about you,...
I always like to have merguez sausages on hand. Every time I go to the butcher (I love Meat NW5, which makes its own sausages in-house), I pick up a...
After our blazing summer, it feels like someone’s flicked a switch and plunged us suddenly into autumn. Just as quickly, my drinking preferences have shifted. Instead of the pét nats,...