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Johnnie Walker City Edition: London Launch

From left to right: view from The Eye; chinnock above The City; Sunset from the Shangri-La pool at The Shard

From left to right: view from The Eye; chinnock above The City; Sunset from the Shangri-La pool at The Shard

“Mmm … the best place I’ve ever drunk whisky?” ponders Colin Dunn. As a Diageo whisky ambassador it’s not a straightforward question. “Probably Fingal’s Cave,” he says, referring to a tasting he did in on the uninhabited, Inner Hebridean island of Staffa, in a grotto known for its cathedral-like acoustics. “So much of taste is linked to experience,” he says…. 

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Buttermilk Panna Cotta

Buttermilk panna cotta

I wouldn’t usually choose panna cotta from a menu. When it’s effectively set-cream it’s a really rich dessert. Introduce buttermilk though, and it’s a different beast altogether. It brings a lovely tanginess to the dish, and is just delicious.
This recipe is so quick and so easy. If you have people coming for dinner, then take 15 minutes to rattle these out in the morning, and that’s pudding sorted…. 

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8 Reasons to buy a New Generation AGA

Temple Street Pistachio 3 door electric aga

An AGA is very different to conventional oven, so I’ve put together a list which highlights its benefits and hopefully helps clarify some of the differences. It relates specifically to the new generation, electric Total Control AGA (pictured above), which is the model I have here in London, and which is perfect for city living.

If you have any more questions, would be interested in coming to play about on my AGA or have a bespoke demonstration, then please don’t hesitate to get in touch: thefoodieat@gmail.com… 

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Coalbrookdale Foundry: visiting the Aga factory

View from the Colebrookdale Foundry front door

View from the Coalbrookdale Foundry front door

It’s a bright spring morning, and I’m stuck in stalemate. My taxi is refusing to budge, and neither is the red-faced man in front of us, waving his arms out of his Toyota window. The two cars are nose to nose on a single-lane country road which was never meant for more traffic than one man and a few sheep. Lined by dry-stone walls, there’s little room for manoeuvre. So I sit and wait until one of them relents, and reverses back up the winding road to a lay-by…. 

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