My first hint that something might be wrong was when I offered my 21-year-old cousin Sarah an egg sandwich.
That British food is now edible is thanks to imported fresh fruit and veg. And it won’t be the Brexiteers who have to go without.
The Victorian “Queen of Ices” has a good claim to have invented the cornet.
Yasmin Khan’s second book is an excellent addition to the working cook’s collection.
Leonetto Cappiello’s 1920s designs show the ambivalence of the times – perhaps of alcoholic gratification in any era.
The food is good, but not at this price.
Imbued with all the rich complexity of the region’s history.
Things have moved on: quinoa and protein shakes have taken the place of pies and puddings.
I thought a meat-free burger with a distinct “meatiness” sounded gross – but this is for fence-sitters not converts.
For him, food – its preparation, and its consumption – was a way to connect to our universal humanity. He will be sorely missed.
Soil, climate, people, all make a difference, along with that intangible something we can neither name nor forego.