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I need you to sit down, because it’s time we had the talk. The Big Talk. It’s not going to be easy, and I might say a few things that will make you feel uncomfortable. But this talk has to be had, and really, we should have spoken about it a long time ago.

I’m going to introduce you to a very basic principle in my life, and I’m prepared to back it to the hilt. Next time you’re cooking with garlic, I want you to think carefully, very carefully, for at least 10 seconds. Take a breath, take a…


Sometimes, when I feel myself falling back into the grips of my depression, and all my energy has been wasted lying on my bed, crippled with guilt and anxiety, I tend to find myself unable to turn on the oven, don an apron and start whisking a béchamel. Though I so desperately want to gift myself with something decadent, tasty and filling, the idea of crossing the unprecedented hell that is the Elephant and Castle roundabout to wander sadly around the Big Sainsburys makes me want nothing more than to mainline sertraline straight into my veins. …


There are no real rules about what to eat on a hot summer evening, despite what the Guardian food pages may tell you. Yes, no one wants to stand in a front of a hot stove, stirring soup or basting a chicken, but if the Guardian food page is to be believed, then please explain to me our British summer-time obsession with smoky BBQs? I have never understood why anyone would want to invite all their friends around to watch them sweat and burn plates among plates of low quality meat. However, as I might already be on a few…


I love dinner parties. I love going to them. I love throwing them. I love daydreaming about throwing them. I love taking the entire day to cook in my apron, hair covered in bechamel and chocolate around my snout. I love luxuriously seasoning, watching a custard thicken, and setting the table with 3 different types of wine glasses. I love the meditation and stillness that comes with washing up pots, and, I hate to be that girl, but I love wiping! I love opening the door to friends, old and new, offering them a cold drink. I love drunk dinner…


2020 really gets a bad rep. You must have seen those memes. “If 2020 were a …” and it’s anything from the McDonalds McFlurry machine to mushrooms. COVID. Australian bushfires. That terrible explosion in Beirut. The growing cultural divides in the US. Apparently they never even made that massive lasagne :(. It was all pretty horrible at a macro level, but really, at a micro level, was it that bad?

It gave us…time. Time to sit and think. We could take our daily walk and really smell the roses. Time to take on new hobbies, opportunities. To improve our personal…

food and mood

eating, writing, writing about eating

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