We’ve been doing some good entertaining recently. We serve the handrolls featuring the fish I was buying in Tenterhooks. A winter lunch for a big group has a Mexican accent with a big mole thick with mulatto chiles, alongside chicken, arroz verde, black beans and cornbread, with smoked idiazabal
I’ve always loved aperitif hour – as much for the snacks as for the drink. It marks a transition, when daytime tasks end and focus switches to the shared time of the evening. In our first few months of parenting we were in too much fluidity, and often chaos, to
I had a big win last week, but it took me a while before I could enjoy it. I’ve got a food shopping mission which involves heading across town. It’s ‘my’ day with the baby and it should be easy, but he’s been showing an aversion to
8.30am: I’m holding my 14 week-old son in one hand whilst blocking out a plan to cook dinner for friends coming round in the evening. My partner is not feeling well, so is in bed for a second sleep. It is – relatively, for me – a simple menu. Snacks