“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times … it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” (Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.)
This is a tale of two tagines. A tagine, of course, can be either a particular sort of Moroccan stew (for want of a better word) or the dish it is cooked in. 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 →