I know that in many of my posts I have referred to my childhood as an inspiration for the idea or recipe (like when I made chutney or in reference to my mamma’s lasagne), but food to me is all about nostalgia and I personally have been so influenced by my childhood experiences of food. Most of my strongest food memories have involved seafood. One of the very earliest memories I have is winkling on the Dorset coast. My entire family armed with buckets trawling the rock pools for periwinkles, before boiling them up and using a pin to tease the little mantles out and dipping them in vinegar.
Category Archives: Fancy eats
I love curry. I love it, love it, love it. I particularly love Malaysian and Thai curries probably because I have a special weakness for coconut milk. However, I’d never made a curry using fresh coconut. In fact, I had never even opened a coconut before. That was until Friday.
Sometimes when you have friends round for dinner you want to do something a little bit different. You don’t want, for example, to be stuck in the kitchen whilst everyone else is having a good time together in the living room. Or you don’t want everyone to sit stiffly around the table as you grandly roll out course after course. Maybe you want to get everyone involved a bit more. So why not hold a pizza party?
There are certain things you simply don’t order in a restaurant because they can never compare to the version you make at home. I have a whole host of Italian dishes for which this is true. Being part Italian, I grew up on my mum’s lasagne (which is without doubt the best in the world) and I refuse to let anyone order lasagne in a restaurant in my presence: “Don’t you dare; I’ll make it for you myself with my mum’s recipe – it will be a thousand times better”. I won’t even order lasagne in Italy. Restaurants just can’t possibly match the quality that is borne from the undivided attention and care you can offer at home. And I think the same could be true for moussaka.
Moussaka is such a homely dish: layers of fried aubergines, potato and spiced mince, topped with thick creamy béchamel sauce. What could be more welcoming for a Wednesday night dinner for our good friend Joe?
Once upon a time there lived a girl who went on and on about food and cooking all day long. Her friends had long since stopped listening and merely smiled sweetly, nodding along trying to look interested while privately slinking away in their minds to somewhere a little less monotonous. The girl was perfectly content boring her friends with her favourite subject until one day one very clever friend piped up and said, “why don’t you start a food blog?” The girl went home and started one that very night! That girl was of course me!
In order to thank Lottie for her inspirational idea (although now I just bore my friends with my blog as well as food and cooking) I wanted to invite her around to feast it up. To complete the party we also invited her boyfriend Chris and our other friend Ruth (all of whom I work with!). Now, as I’ve admitted before I am a complete Italiaphile and having recently bought, what is to me, the ultimate Italian cookbook, The River Cafe Classic Italian Cookbook, I decided I would prepare an Italian banquet (well perhaps not a banquet, but a good old feed at least).