This was in the 1960s. By the end of the 70s I was living in a legal squat in West Kentish Town and eating rather a lot of brown rice. Not stir fry: a bowl of softened vegetables and rice, available night and day, summer and winter.
When I lived in New York, a Hero was a sandwich - well, a soft roll filled with Italian meat and cheese. Also called a Hoagie, and very much like what we Londoners call a Panino. One could imagine that many people out working this spring in both cities were eating a lot of them. …
Sometimes it's good to have your favourite breakfast! For me this would always include bacon and potatoes and eggs. This recipe is a halfway house between patatas bravas and huevos rancheros. It can be made with or without any of its ingredients but I would miss the cilantro/coriander/धनिया
Covid comfort cooking 1, Catharine
Cooking has always been a source of relaxation as well as a necessity for me. Luckily, I went into lockdown with full cupboards because a few days later I was feeling sick and self-isolating with my partner. My brain disintegrated, and the only thing I could do apart from sleep was go through the old …
A supper dish
This supper dish cannot be called eggplant/melanzane parmigiana, but both those items figure in the ingredients. There are beans where no beans ought to be, I have cut down on cheese, and there are no defined layers. But it tastes very like it and definitely fits into the general category of cucina povera. It is one of my favourites.
VE day part 2: recipes
Imagine the scene: A GI brings a can of peaches from the PX home to his girlfriend's mother and instructs her on how to make a peach cobbler. This is my tribute to all the young people who came from abroad to Britain to fight and otherwise contribute to the war effort.
The word “Moussaka” is probably misleading here because this dish is a product of Britain in the early 1970s when aubergines and even courgettes were exotic veg. (What a waste, when it could have been a proper marrow?) I first ate lamb moussaka at the home of my tutor, as cooked for us by his …