I am newly 24.
This is what I remember:
1. At 17, a blistering scald on my finger from Italian meringue and Italian meringue buttercream, all for the sake of macarons. A plaster still on my finger when I went on that once-in-a-lifetime school trip to Florence. (Year 13 History of Art and Photography. We felt grown up drinking rosé in view of the duomo.) Continue reading
I think some households are united in having a particular aspect they love about a big meal, and take extra care over it in the making. They might focus on perfect rice (fluffy or stuck), or ridiculously good crackling, or maybe a huge pile of tender, sweet parsnips. All the other components of the meal … Continue reading
Have I been tiresome towards you, friends? Have I been bequeathing you many multi-stage, fussy recipes? Yes. Yes, I have. Have something truly simple. (It does require a blender, though. ETA: I suppose you could also stick it into a lidded jar and shake well.) Blood orange season is, obviously, in full swing. I think … Continue reading
The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love’s nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love’s fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer … Continue reading
Ugly food is good food. This stir-fry is full of soft textures and gentle flavours, quite unlike the complex profiles of the more popular Thai dishes. Even if you’re a chilli fiend who loads up on the stinkiest fermented sauces, sometimes your palate (and, let’s be real, your guts) become exhausted, and you return to … Continue reading