My latest crush, Polpetto, is hidden away in the depths of Soho. Sandwiched between sex shops and nestled just above a busy pub. With barely a sign to mark its presence, if you didn’t know what to look for, you … Continue reading
I am scottish. I have a scottish name – granted McAlpine doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as a McDougall or a McDonald say, but it’s still a bona fide scottish name. I have a family tartan. And … Continue reading
Yesterday we drove to the shores of the Murray River in the Southern West corner of Australia, and fished for crabs. We paddled out into the salty waters, armed with metal fishing nets and on the quest for the little … Continue reading
One of my life’s great passions is hot chocolate. This may sound superficial – and granted, it probably is – but I love it. As in truly, beyond any shadow of doubt, absolutely and utterly love it. As a result, … Continue reading
In London, you do your weekly shop at the supermarket. At least, I do. Or online. In Italy, however, you buy your fruit, vegetables, fish, meat, dairy products, spices – pretty much everything except toilet paper – at the local … Continue reading
One of the most striking culinary memories from my childhood, is that of my Father, himself a great gourmand, nostalgically describing lunches at the Dorchester Hotel in London. He told of how the then chef, who knew him well, would … Continue reading
