This blog has its genesis in a hand-written cookery book, now in its second volume, that I began 17 years ago in Aigua Blava in Catalonia.
I am fortunate enough to have married a man who, with his siblings, inherited an apartment in this lovely village on the Costa Brava. I’m even luckier to have married into a family who are as fond of food and cooking as I am. I am custodian of my late mother-in-law’s cookery books, one of them written in the back of the medical notes she made when she was training to be a doctor. Dissecting the inner ear on one page, paprika chicken on another. Continue reading →
Things here in Suffolk are beginning to get distinctly autumnal – the neighbours have been having bonfires and the leaves on the silver birches are tinged with gold and beginning to fall – so I thought I’d use up our Mediterranean vegetables in a comforting lasagne. It’s a nice thing to cook when you have a bit of time at the weekend and feel like pottering gently round the kitchen. Continue reading →
I have a habit of tweaking recipes and occasionally completely reinventing them as I go along. Sometimes it’s because I don’t have exactly the right ingredients to hand but if I’m honest, it’s pathological. It’s an affliction, I just can’t help myself.
But once in a while a recipe comes along that I don’t change. This is one such. You can’t improve on perfection, right? Continue reading →
I’ll preface this by saying our kitchen builders were brilliant. So it wasn’t entirely their fault that the cookery book shelf fell off the wall. It was the sheer weight of the books. Continue reading →