In cooking, fusion has gone from being all the rage, to a bad word. A real f-word, you might say. I don’t know why that is, really, and it seems an awful shame. My whole life is about fusion, from the very beginning when my English mother…
Stepping away from the kitchen for a day, we took the kids into London for lunch and a walk around the West End. This is where Hubby and I met, where we used to work and where, in its various cafés and alleyways (that’s a story…
Announcing the debut of my new column, A Bite of Britain, in Honest Cooking magazine! Have a cuppatea while you read…
Based on my English grandmother’s recipe, clearly homemade and all the more delicious for it. You’ll be eating it straight out of the jar by the spoonful!
No, that’s not a typo. I know that the Fourth of July is, for most Americans, celebrated as Independence Day, but why not make it Independents’ Day instead?
A creamy, minty potato salad, using what’s left of the asparagus as well as seasonal peas and new potatoes. And no mayonnaise to spoil in the sun!
The sun is shining, it’s unseasonably warm and, in case you hadn’t heard, we have a royal wedding to celebrate. It’s officially Pimm’s O’Clock in Britain.
