I don’t even know where September went. I feel like time jumped from August to October without anything in between, probably because I was flat-out working in a haze of caffeine and time stretches strangely when you do stuff like that. Read more
The difficulty with writing this post is that almost all the non-fiction books I read this year were excellent, but I suppose that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t get a shout-out here as well.
So here are my favourite non-fiction books from this year. (Note that not all of these were published this year, that’s just when I read them.) Read more
Inspired by my friend’s post on Instagram, and in an ongoing attempt to improve my relationship with food, I thought I’d do a round-up of my favourite things I’ve eaten this year. Read more
I crave fish like other women crave chocolate. By which I mean at a certain point in the month, my body starts craving fish to an inhumane degree. Like, I’ll stand in the supermarket almost crying because I can’t find any salmon in the fridges.
If I can’t get hold of any fish for some reason, I get so nauseous that I end up throwing up for a couple of days. Evidently there’s something in fish that my body desperately needs. Despite trying all the obvious things, I’ve never managed to work out precisely what it is that my body requires from fish. I’ve just learned to go along with its demands.
In recent months this process has become much easier, thanks to Fishbox. Read more
This week has been better than the two weeks that preceded it. I’ve done more work, which was fun, and read fewer books but done a lot of sleeping. I’ve also watched every episode of Would I Lie To You? David Mitchell is fantastic. So angry! So sarcastic! SO DAMN RELATABLE.
I knew there would eventually be a post in which this gif would be sadly relevant.
This is the kind of food you can only eat about once a year, because it makes you feel like you might explode. Pleasantly explode, though.
The other day I had a sudden craving for spaghetti alfredo. So I made it, and because I can’t tell how much pasta should go in the pan I ended up making about four times too much, and then I had a load left over, and then I thought… I’m sure I could make some sort of incredibly decadent pasta bake with this.
So I did.
Yesterday I interviewed Kenden Alfond about her Jewish Food Hero Cookbook, which helps people find plant-based alternatives to traditional recipes.
“Yeah, but veganising a Romani recipe means it’s not really Romani anymore, because the whole point of Gypsy cooking is that you use just the stuff you find around you,” I protested to Caitlin the last time she came to stay.
She gave me that long-suffering look that means ‘You’re an idiot sometimes, but I love you anyway’, and pointed out that pretty much all recipes aren’t exactly the way they started out. And also that I wouldn’t be foraging these things from the hedges in any case, so it didn’t really make sense to put restrictions on what I could use.
I used to run a food blog called “Oh No I’ve Run Out Of…” because I’m always running out of ingredients and having to substitute other things instead. I have my own Rules of Kitchen Substitution, which I might detail in a future post.
But for now, this post is about the day I wanted to have scrambled tofu on toast for breakfast, but the supermarket wouldn’t open for another couple of hours (I know, I know, I get up too early) and I didn’t have any yeast.
So, it’s a kind of soda bread, I guess. Or something. Anyway, it turned out well so I thought I’d share it.