Back Seat Gourmand

[...] and its promise of legitimate Advent thrills. I am now daydreaming of sprouts, bread sauce and mince pies, happy in the tangerine promise of Christmas to come. A timely foodstuff has floated into my [...]

[...] I love mince pies and so, it transpired this week , does my one-year old nephew George. I am not surprised; this [...]

[...] As food goes, there’s nothing more homely than roast chicken. It was the first thing we cooked in the box-fresh oven in the new kitchen and the last thing [...]

[...] BSG and his new best friend, Simon. I am to blame, I introduced them – he and his Roast Chicken and Other Stories and whatnot, he with his simple flavoursome ways and his ‘no-fuss [...]

[...] trade – and a great deal less palatably, the slave-trade between Africa and the world. And Freddie Mercury was born there. She, let’s [...]

The BSG is a game lover. However, after a bad experience with a sinewy, over-exercised rabbit we picked up in Lincoln a few years back, I haven’t be [...]

 The BSG, Dad and I enjoyed The Rolling Stones’ Glastonbury set yesterday evening from the comfort of the sofa: with a great view, warm, dry and ut [...]

[...] a polo-neck most days, pootling around somewhat unsteadily on his feet; channelling the Eighties food-critic vibe perfectly. Although we share the mince-pie love, Master G and I approach them in [...]

It’s rare that a banana is allowed to sit for long in my fruit bowl, let alone languish for long enough to go black. Which is, I suppose, where I we [...]

Last week we decided to counteract the impending darkness of November by heading for the spice isle. Not that spice aisle, though it’s rather popul [...]

[...] popular in our house, but the Gauguin-green, beguiling beauty that is Zanzibar, the one one-time hub of the spice trade – and a great deal less palatably, the slave-trade between Africa and [...]