Last time I made bread pudding, amongst the wave of Good Old British nostalgia that overtakes me every time I make it, there was a small voice whispering to me as I stirred the milk into the chunks of bread. "Maybe this would work with other flavours. Maybe this would work with tahini. Thought about …
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Hope and Forever Greenwood
Most of you will have noticed the BBC series called Sweets Made Simple, with the lovely animations and scrumptiously naughty sugar mice. It had the same aura of The Great British Bake Off, the scent of an era that we wish had happened, with flowery tea towels, and clipped vowels, when received pronunciation was the …
Stir Wars
…there was a Twitter exchange. Out of this Twitter exchange arose a misunderstanding, and from that misunderstanding there came the mighty, unstoppable force that is… Four heroes worked long and hard to make this dream a reality. They talked, they cooked, they baked, they experimented and they fought off weariness and illness until finally, overcoming …
Halloumi Pie
This is, basically, a variation on the filling from a Greek Easter pastry called a flaouna. I adore them. An addiction was born the first time I tasted one, still warm from the oven at my Auntie Helen’s house.A brief history: http://kopiaste.org/2008/04/easter-flaounes/ but there's no recipe there unless you buy the book. This link is …
I blog, you blog, they blog, WE blog
I have been thinking rather a lot lately about this whole food blogging phenomenon that has swept across the pages of our much beloved Internet. Long gone are the days when The Interweb was purely a geek preserve, a place to swap conversations consisting of capital letters and ASCII characters, spark amazing – and not …
O Kerkyra, orea.
My mind this morning was in the lofty heights of Mount Parnassus, far from the dusty train that I was travelling in. Instead of the mingled aftershaves and perfumes, I had the heady aroma of wild rosemary baking in the hot sun, the dry, chalky smell that rises off the rough, white tracks that criss …
Thea Eleni
My food memories started early.The back door is open to let in the summer breeze. A cheap net curtain wafts in the window, sending dappled shadows across the floor. Outside there are children playing under a huge spreading apple tree with a large alsatian dog who seems to act as both friend and mother to …
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