I make no bones about my love and admiration for Food52.com. Not only does it function as a wonderful community with great recipes, but the people behind the recipes are totally real people, not virtual/scary strangers! Once I made up my mind to spend some time in New York, I ‘dialled’ the hotline, Food52’s Q&A...
The orange lights on the ground twinkle like sparkling jewels as we make our descent, welcoming me to New York. My ears fill up, the pressure difference makes them stuffed while the road down below winds in long stretches with mobile jewels, the cars beneath forming a long, long necklace, it’s almost like a Broadway...
The view before me is green. Lush,thick and wet with Lagos rain. The grey skies, light with mist hold beauty in the clouds. I see it all from the departure lounge. I am staring through glass while listening to Alicia Keys sing about New York in ‘Empire State of Mind’. I sing along and dream...
This post is dedicated to my friend Renu, who passed away in February 2011. She taught me how to make the most delicious coriander chutney two years ago and my life has never been the same.
Necessity is the mother of invention. Except you’re a foodie. Then invention becomes necessary.
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...
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
Update, 05/09/09: Thanks to Chaya who left a comment seeking a gluten-free version, I have scoured the internet and come up with some likely substitutes. If you do try the gluten-free version, give me a shout and let me know how it goes ok? Thanks. If you are a muesli fan, then you’re in business....
I call it ‘Hobbemaplein’, after the area its in; T calls it the ‘Haagse Markt’ as though it were the only market in the Hague (which it isn’t, though it is certainly the largest one) and many others say the ‘Turkse Markt’, a tribute, I reckon to the high proportion of Turkish stall owners. Suffice...