Me and my Dad at the seaside, him channelling his Kirk Douglas look
Seaweedy swimming togs, sandy buckets and spades and wet towels. Your dad cleaning globs of tar off your feet with a rag dipped in petrol. Being stuck inside a gently steaming caravan with rain drumming on the roof, your siblings squabbling and your parents getting increasingly ratty, while you tried to stay between the lines in your colouring book with wax crayons that were too fat and clumsy and broke at the wrong moment.
You wouldn’t think it was possible to get that nostalgic about a family holiday on the east coast of England, where the weather was famously “bracing” when it wasn’t actually raining. Continue reading
There are nearly as many recipes for fried chicken as there are cooks. Marinated in buttermilk or not at all. Skin on and skin off. Coated in flour, dunked in breadcrumbs or (heaven forfend) crumbled cornflakes. Deep fried, shallow fried, oven baked or a combination thereof.
I’ve tried various versions and this is the one I like the best. Continue reading
I know someone who woke up one morning with a doner kebab stuck to his face. Continue reading
These are a doddle to make and delicious served with oven-baked potato wedges in place of the floppy, anaemic chips you usually get from the fish and chip shop. Continue reading
I like the idea of fast food but often I don’t like what I get served in burger bars/fish and chip shops/kebab shops/those weird ones where they sell a bit of everything and it all tastes vile.
So I thought it’d be fun to do an occasional series making similar stuff at home – except edible. Continue reading