What a weekend it’s been.
Firstly there was Burn’s Night. Boiling pluck, chopping heart, dicing lung, grating liver. All with background Blackadder adding to the madness: “The girl is wetter than a haddock’s bathing costume.” Cooking the haggis and then The Ode. Ah, The Ode to that sweet little trio of haggae.…
There are several annoying things about Tom going to India on business. The main one being that he’s there and I’m not.
On the plus side, he’s very good at returning laden with spices. Though the latest offering was in fact a gift from, Anil, a friend of his who is evidently very knowledgable about spices indeed. Because the two tins he brought back are filled with the most sweet-smelling, potent saffron I’ve ever had the delight of cooking with. A totally different spice to the shrivelled threads that rattle round the Tesco’s pots of spices.…
On Thursday evening Natalie invited me round for supper.
Just to keep you up to date, I shall from now onwards refer to her as Dr Durkin - firstly, because Dr Durkin is a more comic name than Natalie. And secondly, because this is now her real title….
Hello – I'm Rachel Walker – food writer and cook. I live in East London with my very tolerant husband, who is often alarmed to find pig trotters or brining lamb tongues floating in the fridge.
