Easter is calling and for me, I stick with tradition. It has to be lamb. But tradition only needs to reach so far.
This recipe combines the flavours released from dry roasting the spices with the more urgent heat from fresh chilli and ginger. The combination is a winner. And how long you cook the lamb is totally up to you. I am not one to dictate whether your lamb is pink and juicy or slow cooked and falling apart. READ MORE
I’ve been asked so many times about this recipe, and really it’s not a recipe, so I’ve resisted posting it. But now I’ve been asked too many times for it so I thought I’d pop it up. So here is my pizza sauce that doubles as a pasta sauce and also as a dipping sauce. It’s all the sauces, essentially. READ MORE
January is almost drawing to a close and it feels colder by the day to me. The heating is cranked up, Christmas is long gone, the winter woollies are well and truly on and gloves are de rigueur upon setting foot outside. It’s what my late grandmother would have called ‘bracing’. Weather to clear the cobwebs away, weather to demand wellingtons and of course, weather to demand roasted meats and veg. READ MORE
It’s almost half term. We’re ready. We’re a little slower, a little wearier. We need a few late leisurely starts, possibly with pancakes, to restore us. And as we plod along to half term I find myself pushing green leafy vegetables. I want the boys iron intake higher; their vitamin and mineral quota upped. In short, I want them to eat kale. READ MORE
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The boys have embraced making their own tea once a week with vigour usually reserved only for Lego! The fish and chip supper they rustled up last week as part of the McCain Kids Teatime Takeover (#KidsTeatimeTakeover) is still discussed as one of the best all time teas they’ve ever eaten. READ MORE
We had a Mum’s night out on Friday. There were cocktails, kale crisps, wine, koftas, steak, cheese, pie and brownies. Plus gossip and laughter and comparing and contrasting. It was fun. I didn’t want it to end. But my inbuilt guilt alarm struck at about midnight. Like some kind of baggier, older Cinders I felt the need to hail cabs, gingerly unlock the door and creep up the creaky stairs. And then I felt this strange low-level sadness sweep over me. READ MORE