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If there’re two things I adore in life (cheese excepted) they’re offal and burgers. Liver, when cooked properly (aka NOT well done or chalky), melting in the mouth upon the gentlest chew, is one of life’s most beautiful things. So…
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Having spent four very fond years in Scotland, the concept of Burns Night is not unfamiliar. On this evening, normally held January 25th, Scots come together to celebrate the life of Scottish poet Robbie Burns. Traditionally and officially it follows…
Continue readingTo me, there can be no more pleasure to be had on a Saturday than that involved in pottering around a food market, appetite in hand and hangover in check. And Clapham Common’s leafy borough has an absolute corker of…
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Living in London has a tendency to make one a little insular. Before moving here I used to get infuriated at the ignorance of those bloody Southern monkeys about anything north of Watford. Now that I’m here, sadly I’m starting…
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London spoils us for choice with food. Hundreds, hundreds and thousands of restaurants sprinkle its streets, like so many sultanas in a tea loaf on Sunday. At times it’s enough to drive me to anxiety. My to-do list expands daily…
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At school I was always piss poor at Chemistry. The bloody hundreds of elements, with their peculiar properties, atoms, bonds and god-knows-what else bamboozled me and teenage Lucy, braces and a middle parting, looked nothing but alarming in goggles and…
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Sunday April 27th and I am strolling through the gritty, cool and somewhat industrial streets of North East London. My mind lies in the East. Memoirs of ginger, chilli, galangal and coconut, scented memories of shrimp paste, jasmine and lemongrass…
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