What’s a ‘foodie’? Someone who loves ‘fine dining’. As opposed to someone who likes all dining. Preferably with a trough of some kind, filled with wonderful things. Breakfast buffets do it for me, as long as they’re good. And am I a ‘foodie’? Or a ‘pig’?? Because I don’t stop. Can’t stop. Don’t want to. – Read More-
Last night. White Hart Lane. Man City. Most important game of the season. Of the decade. Ever. In the entire history of all things. Here’s the scenario. Massively important game for Man City. Lose, or even draw, and Arsenal become hot favourites to win the league. Win, and they take it all. Assuming of course – Read More-
Today is Yom ha’atzmaut. Israel’s Independence Day. The Declaration of Independence was 14th May 1948 and since then they have turned a complete desert into a thriving, lush, beautiful and incredibly productive nation. Fiercely democratic, ultra-liberal, inclusive, tolerant and leads the world in technology and medical advancement. It also leads the world in weaponised defence – Read More-
We fly home today. 5 o’clock flight, in case you fancy picking me up from Heathrow. And who doesn’t love that trip? Which is why God invented the Elizabeth Line. Upon which special people (very very old ones) travel freeeeee!!! It’s been truly fantastic. Yesterday we set a world record of over 26,000 steps walked. – Read More-
So I’m still loving Lisbon. I know it’s been here about 2000 years (bloody Romans, what did they even do for Portugal???) but I like it as much as I did yesterday, if not more!! Possibly because we went to Belem for ‘the ultimate custard tart’, which was the 28 day cured Kobe beef served – Read More-
On Thursday it was Richard’s birthday. So a party was completely out of the question; they wouldn’t allow the entertainer to take animals into the ICU. And apparently strippergrams aren’t medically approved either. No cake, no champagne, no nuffink. Though the ever-wonderful nursing staff did make an effort, bless em. So I treated him to – Read More-
It’s getting a bit horrible in Gaza. Well, it’s been a bit horrible for months now. 7 months to be precise, almost exactly. Since the ‘troubles’ began. And now we’re at a ‘crossroads’. To Rafah or not to Rafah. To ‘do a deal’ with the devil (Hamas) or to just finish the job. The ‘deal’ – Read More-
A really nice thing happened to me yesterday. I went in to our local kosher butcher to buy a pound of mincemeat to enable my wife to create! Meatballs. But whilst in there, they gave me, free of charge and at no cost, a tub of potato salad. So even though the meat cost the – Read More-
So, I’m Sara, and I’m, like, 22 years old and I’m just doing my second yaar exams, history of art and culinary sciences, here at Bristol. Well, I should be, but instead, I’m spending my days in a tent in a field just outside the main uni building in a ‘Free Palestine’ protest. The union – Read More-
‘When I were little…’ as the phrase goes, every kitchen had a ‘gas stove’. Whether it was actually gas powered, or possibly the new-fangled, ‘electric’, was totally irrelevant. People referred to having ‘an electric gas stove’ as adherence to anachronistic nomenclature is strong, Skywalker. Then many decades later, we had a hob. It was fab. – Read More-