When we moved to our present cottage, hidden in one of Norfolk’s isolated villages, we were told by long standing residents that the impenetrable jungle alongside our new retreat was known, euphemistically, as the ‘orchard’. As we couldn’t see into the garden, let...
“A first-rate soup is more creative than a second-rate painting.” Abraham Maslow. Some are born with a desire for soup others have soup thrust upon them. I got hit on the second wave. As a schoolboy soup didn’t figure prominently in my life. School dinners were...
“It was only in the 1990’s that those soupy dragons, the Delias, the Nigellas and the Jamies, burst through the double doors of their steamy lairs to become not simply local heroes of the urban middle class, but tabloid bestriding ogres of popular culture. I think it...
Roald Dahl died in the winter of 1990. During the last year of his life he worked with his wife Felicity, known always as Liccy, in writing a family cookbook. This is a book that charts the comings and goings of family and friends, a variety of their cooks, shopping...
Living only a short car ride from the North Sea, and often after a morning’s work, staring at this screen, I unexpectedly find myself yielding to a culinary lunar pull from the coast. Think on the land based equivalents; bacon sandwiches, take-away curries, chocolate...