This nectarine galette is another very summery dessert, easy to make and even easier to scoff. I served it to guests recently and it vanished in a matter of minutes. Continue reading
Tiny tarts that taste like summer. A couple of mouthfuls and they’re gone, but they’re light to eat, simple to make and go down a treat with a scoop of vanilla ice cream or a dollop of crème fraîche. Continue reading
Not long ago I was lucky enough to eat, courtesy of the Guild of Food Writers, at Jeremy Lee’s Quo Vadis in London’s Soho. It’s a place with a colourful past, having been both a brothel and home to Karl Marx, though not, I think, at the same time. Continue reading
I experienced serious fruit tree envy recently when visiting Kenton Hall in Suffolk, home of the McVeigh family and their longhorn cattle. It’s also home to Aunt Paddy and Uncle Howard, possessors of a lovingly-tended kitchen garden and crucially, of three or four espaliered apricots. Continue reading
I think the best pannacotta I ever ate – in fact I think it was the first I ever ate – was years ago in Italy when I was doing a television feature on the Slow Food movement.
The lovely Slow Food people took us to a restaurant in a wisteria-covered courtyard close by their office. The food was good but I was so blown away by the dessert I can’t remember anything else on the menu. Continue reading