Cauliflower and Asparagus Soup with Roasted Asparagus

“This is the nicest thing you have ever cooked!” my girlfriend stated when I presented her with this. I was a bit gutted that a humble soup was deemed my greatest creation…. but one spoonful of this silky and luxurious soup and I had to agree, it was up there. 

Edible Experiences launch Sunday Feasts at School of Wok

‘The Egg!’ I hiss triumphantly to my companion, tripping all over myself to get to said item. Seconds later, I’m sinking my teeth into a half-ovoid of sheer gustatory pleasure- all gooey sunset yolk, firm soy-poached white and the salty spike of fish roe. Simple. Stunning. Simply stunning…’Leave off you greedy munter,’ says the mate,’There’ll be none left for anyone else.’

Pappardelle don’t preach

I could be in trouble deep. That high street purveyor of middle class Italian nosh, Carluccio’s, is coming to a Sainsbury’s near you with a range of ready meals that knocks the competition into a cocked hat and I for one have had my head turned.

Cafe Spice Namaste’s Parsi New Year Feast

Today is suspiciously auspicious. Not only is it my dining partner’s birthday, but also that of the bloke behind us. And, to cap it all, it’s only Navroz (New Year) for the Zoroastrians- the Persian sect from which the Parsis of India descended. The Parsi community has a well-deserved reputation for enriching both culture and cuisine wherever they tread- and, since landing at Gujarat in the 17th century, their influence has spread far and near.

Picnic by Claudia Roden

This is a fascinating window back in time to when food writers were properly educated and actually experienced, there are some really rather good recipes in there and some nice stories. Roden is one of those writers who we will almost certainly never see the like of again; she should be preserved in aspic. And then taken on a picnic.

Scandilicious Baking

With  Noma overtaking our own Heston as the world’s top dining experience, the resurgence of Gudrun & Gudrun knits and the killer television drama coming from the north, it’s no wonder we’ve all gone Scandi-mad.