Glutton without prejudice.
Minced beef crispy pancakes, remember them? Yeah me too. They were one of my pikey penchants during my teenage years, glutton without prejudice that I was.
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Minced beef crispy pancakes, remember them? Yeah me too. They were one of my pikey penchants during my teenage years, glutton without prejudice that I was.
Read moreI’ve been in a bit of a recipe rut of late, but our recent family holiday to the beautiful white island has proven a new source of food inspiration. Ibizan food it seems is having a moment in the sun, scuse the pun.
Read morePicnics are a great playground for the cooks imagination. As we swap our sofas and dining tables for the great outdoors, it’s chance to not just take indoor food outside, but to get inventive with ingredients as we have a bit more fun in the sun.
Read moreCod simmered in chorizo and saffron spiked broth with chick peas, lemon and parsley. Just typing it makes my mouth water.
Read moreOne of the best things about winter is the chance to chow down on melt-in-the-mouth meats cooked long and slow. I am of course talking about the stew.
Read moreLabelled the choice of the unadventurous restaurant diner it can often be overlooked as a ‘serious’ meat, but this familiar and safe protein can be made exciting.
Read moreEarlier this year Team Food assembled in the beautiful Basque capital of San Sebastián. Those of you that read regularly will know this is one of my favourite cities, and I love nothing more than a long weekend away sampling its delights (see picture reels below as evidence).
Read moreIt can be all too easy to get stuck in a dinnertime rut. The same old favourite dishes cropping up time and again – if you’re not careful you can love them to the point of extinction. No popular meal should have to suffer this fate.
Read moreWrighty (food lover and member of the disco spinning Soul Buggin’ collective along with Beane Noodler, aka Kebab Knight of the Realm) said this creation didn’t need to be Italian of origin, just something rooted in history as a tasty and economical dish.
I’ve served this as a starter when friends are over for dinner, had it as a weekend lunch with a chilled glass of the pink stuff, and rustled it up after work for a mid week supper.
On Saturday following an excellent lunch at the Mark Addy, a riverside pub in Manchester that really is gastro, my friend Jon introduced me to the exec head chef Rob Brown. A lovely man who looks like he’d be entirely at home in a medieval banquet.
It was actually introduced to me by my dad, who is without doubt the reason I am as adoring of food and cooking as I am.
However, today I woke up feeling much better than I have been doing, and to celebrate this and my sore throat leaving me I decided to take a walk.