Wine & Food Killers: Miso Comté Buns and Domaine de Bon Augure Joncs-Cella
Six years ago, I fell in love with a pastry. It was the early days of the pandemic. If I left the house at all, it was to go on a...
Six years ago, I fell in love with a pastry. It was the early days of the pandemic. If I left the house at all, it was to go on a...
Recently, a friend made chicken wings – simple, marinated with Caribbean hot sauce and fresh thyme for a few hours, thrown into the oven, then poured, juices and all, into...
I can’t recall any other year when spring has arrived so swiftly. After months of near-unrelenting darkness, it feels like someone has turned on all the lights. Suddenly, the world...
Just like that, the year is teetering over into its dark half. It’s still warm enough that my tomato plants continue to bear golden fruit, but the wind is getting colder,...
I’ve come around to courgettes. I used to find them watery and insipid, a seasonal vegetable that grew in large gluts that were inversely proportional to its deliciousness, but I’m beginning...
The arrival of spring usually makes me a little loopy. It’s not only the warmer temperatures, the scent of blossoms on the air, the blessedly later sunsets. It’s also the new...
A Sunday roast is a special thing – or at least it is for a lot of people. Blame my US upbringing, but I never felt that attached to the...
Recently, I’ve fallen for artichokes. I enjoy the appeal of their unyielding exteriors and thorn-tipped leaves, the knowledge that they need to be plucked and peeled and sliced, eviscerated of their...
For many, January is a time of deprivation, of restoring a lost balance thrown off by those prior weeks of feasting and merrymaking. I, too, feel a pull towards asceticism...
“Y’all, I need to tell you about this soup I made last night.” My phone lit up with a message from my friend Jess, quickly followed by a photo of rustic...
As I’m writing this, false spring has been and gone. You know the one: That tricksy week in February or March that’s so golden and sun-drenched it swindles us into...
If there’s anything an indefinite lockdown scenario proves, it’s the importance of routine. In the absence of outdoor activity, self-imposed structure is the armature on which my weeks are now...
The thing is, it still isn’t spring. Not for a couple more weeks, and presumably those will be grey and rain-saturated like all the rest of this mild and humid...