I’m not a big fan of the fad for stacks, those teetering towers of food often topped with a couple of crossed chives, an artful pile of micro leaves or a shard of crispy chicken skin. As you usually have to dismantle them to eat them, by which time the food has often gone cold, I think they’re a prime example of form over function.
Messy but tasty
So I have no excuse for this brunch stack, which is just as gimmicky, although considerably less elegant than most restaurant offerings. Continue reading
I’m potty about pancakes and with Shrove Tuesday coming up it’s the perfect excuse to pig out. That’s what it was all about in the old days: the last chance to stuff yourself with gusset-busting goodies before the fasting and religious obligations of the penitential season of Lent.
So throw caution to the winds and break out the flour, eggs, milk, butter and sugar. You’ve got 40 days of Lent ahead of you to repent and atone. Continue reading
I was planning to make potato farls anyway, because my vegetarian friend Pippa is pining for her Irish roots, hoho.
Then I saw a tweet from @fromhomage warning that the deadline was approaching for February’s Cheese! Please challenge, featuring cheesy romance.
And I have to say the two things have come together rather brilliantly. Continue reading