I’m not convinced that a recipe for an omelette should be preluded by a musing on bus stops and illustrated with photos of an autumnal UCL campus, but I’m doing it anyway. It’s odd to think about all of the bus stops I’ve stood at during my life. The first one of my adolescence wasn’tContinue reading “Thinking about bus stops (and omelettes)”
Category Archives: Light lunch
Minestrone
The first summer I spent au pairing was, in many ways, torturous. For two months I was trapped behind a façade of my own design: I was in love with Italy, I was the perfect nanny, I was happy. Except I wasn’t. I don’t know whether my regret at the whole thing is visibleContinue reading “Minestrone”
Pearl barley salad
Summer, summer, summer, rolling before me in reels of golden sunshine that smell of freedom. Last week, whilst sitting at my desk with dusk drawing in far too quickly, I drew up a mental list of everything I would do after exams. In an atmosphere where even cooking dinner felt like a guilty pleasure, IContinue reading “Pearl barley salad”
Gnocchi and squash salad
The clouds thickened into a purple, black scab across the sky. As more and more people piled into the vaporetto, the air inside the cabin became so close that the clotted sky seemed to be lying on top of us. Rolls of thunder lapped up the sides of the canals in rhythm with the measuredContinue reading “Gnocchi and squash salad”
A Middle Eastern Salad
A few days ago I found myself engrossed in Nigel Slater’s book, Fast Food. I wasn’t simply skimming the pages, I was lingering over every description. when he writes about the simple joy of a platter full of Medjool dates, plump figs, and polished hazelnuts he isn’t telling me how to make a dessert, he’s telling me a story. IContinue reading “A Middle Eastern Salad”
It all starts with vegetables…
The wind has begun to conduct the clouds in a new, brisk symphony. It’s easy to see where Vivaldi got his inspiration for tuning in his music with the changing seasons. For now the afternoons glow with a golden light and the last strands of summer warmth are stolen away by an ever earlier sunset.Continue reading “It all starts with vegetables…”
A Sea For All Seasons
As a child, the seaside was everything I could ever long for and more. The seafront would change wherever we went, whether it be the arcades of Great Yarmouth’s promenade or the prim tea shops of Southwold, however, those white horses galloping towards the shore would always remain the same. Maybe if I’d ventured downContinue reading “A Sea For All Seasons”
Sometimes you have to look through the rain…
It’s been raining. A lot. Last week London was glossed with a grey tint. Its lungs gurgled with water running into drains and the trees’ green leaves remain unnoticed by the folks who trundled past, heads ducked, umbrellas up. When we got home we bypassed the salad and strawberries and whacked on the oven, althoughContinue reading “Sometimes you have to look through the rain…”
Roast vegetable salad
Life in London is a thrashing, never tiring beast of a thing. Even when I’m sitting in my fairy light twinkling room, I know there’s always reading to be done, articles to be written and sleep to be caught up on. An exam is forever leering round the corner and my babysitting job creeps upContinue reading “Roast vegetable salad”
Fennel a la qrecque
Sharp right off Euston Road onto Gower Street, feet scrambling on the pavement, trying desperately to avoid the oncoming traffic of people. Late, always late. Through the iron gates. The stone temple of the UCL Octagon building stands opposite, almost two hundred years of study etched into its skin. I head towards it, bag swayingContinue reading “Fennel a la qrecque”
To The Table 