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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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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
French Toast, all jazzed up
Do you ever make a particular recipe till everyone is fed up? As in completely, totally fed up. For instance my husband doesn’t want to see Salmon with his two eyes. I’ve over-cooked it (not texture wise) – but cooked it too many times, different ways but still enough for him to be totally bored with […]