It’s autumn, it’s chilly and my thoughts are turning less towards mellow fruitfulness than to spuds. They’re possibly the ultimate British comfort food and come in many incarnations. Buttery soft mash, roasties, chips, jacket potatoes with soft innards and crisp, salty skins, potato pancakes. And as we’re a multi-cultural nation, potato gnocchi, home fries, hash browns, or spiced up South Asian style. Continue reading
Our family loves potatoes. My late father-in-law was a distinguished physician but it was remarkable how many of the sympathy letters we received after his death, regardless of whether they were talking of his career or his kindness, also recalled fond memories of going down the garden with him to dig potatoes. Continue reading
I love pasta and rice but my husband is potty about potatoes. If that makes us sound like Jack Spratt and his wife, we’re not really, as I can happily fill my face with any form of carbohydrate.
Still, it’s always good to have a different way of cooking the (in our household) ubiquitous spud and these potato stacks are ridiculously easy Continue reading
Roast pork at my mother’s Sunday dinner table was never complete without apple sauce and sage and onion. I wanted to use those flavours in a gratin for a weekday supper and this is what I came up with. It does take a while to cook but it’s very quick to put together. Continue reading