Last year I was drying tomatoes in the dehydrator (as you do) and got the timings wrong. Instead of the slightly soft semi-dried fruits I’d been meaning to drown in olive oil to keep through the winter, I had shrivelled, crispy husks. Continue reading
The first time I ate pissaladière was many years ago in France, on a camping holiday with my family. None of us are good at languages, frankly, but I was the only one unembarrassed enough to actually employ my halting schoolgirl French. So I was the one who got sent into the traiteur to buy delicious ready-to-eat food. Continue reading
When I first tried my hand at sourdough, I was a one-woman disaster area. I’m a fair hand at most kinds of cooking but the talent for making a decent sourdough eluded me. Continue reading
This is a lovely recipe for an Italian Easter bread given to me by my sister-in-law Sarah many years ago. It’s a sweet, citrusy yeasted bread or cake, similar to panettone and not a million miles from a hot cross bun. Normally you divide the risen and knocked-back dough into four balls and put them side by side in a cake tin for their second rise.
But because I like to make a rod for my own back – and because I thought they’d look pretty – I decided to make them in old clay flower pots instead (I did dishwasher them, honest, guv). You can go down either route. Continue reading
This is a sweet, Christmassy version of a tear-and-share tea bread, packed with fruit and spices and almost as much fun to decorate as a real Christmas tree. I know, I need to get out more. Continue reading
I’ve always had a fondness for water mills – it was my ambition as a child to one day live in one – but I’d never heard of a tide mill until I came to Suffolk. There’s probably a good reason for that – it is thought there are only five left anywhere in the world that are in working order and still grinding wheat to make flour. Two of them are in the UK and one of them is in Woodbridge in Suffolk. It’s a rare and lovely piece of industrial history. Continue reading
There are almost as many recipes for pizza dough as there are toppings but this is my favourite. Home-made pizza tastes so much better than the ones you can buy in supermarkets and, let’s be honest, from a lot of so-called pizzerias. Continue reading
Regular readers will know that I made a brief but nostalgic foray to my old stamping grounds in Ireland recently and came home with an enormous piece of smoked salmon and a yen for wheaten bread. Continue reading
Whoever first thought this up deserves culinary canonisation.
Instead of going to all the trouble of making puff pastry vol-au-vents or shortcrust shells, just buy the sort of white sliced loaf that would, I’m sure, never normally sully your lips. Continue reading