“It is an ancient town that stands Upon a lofty cliff of mouldering sands; The sea against the cliffs doth daily beat, And every tide into the land doth eat” John Taylor Some 12 miles from our cottage sits the Victorian seaside town of Cromer. Although perhaps past...
“You first parents of the human race…who ruined yourself for an apple, what might you have done for a truffled turkey?” Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin I like cookbooks and I like cookbooks that contextualise their recipes. They are more familiar than...
My relationship with soup began badly. Like many food writers before me I would like to record that my life’s interest in food began at my mother’s side, or at least on the knee of a mythical nonna, but it didn’t. My mother, like so many women of her generation, had...
On my shelves sit two little independent cookbooks that didn’t begin their life in a journalist’s kitchen, buttressing a fashionable metropolitan restaurant or providing yet another hackneyed spin-off from a television show. Their journey began in a water driven...
I am not what could be described as ‘sporty’. Football provides no interest, save for my curiosity of how players manage to amass more income per week than I ever pulled down in a year. The very mention of cricket and I slip into a light coma, and short of its opening...
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