Last month, my youngest nephew celebrated his seventh birthday. On the night before his birthday, his mom was putting him to bed and noticed that he seemed a little subdued. She asked him what was wrong and he replied: “I’m sad because it’s my last night of being six”. Mom responded: “But just think – […]
There are those people who say that you shouldn’t mess with classics. People who start hyperventilating with indignation when you suggest putting anything on a pizza other than the ingredients that a nonna would have had at her disposal in 18th century Napoli. People who write angry letters to the local paper when their classic […]
We’re funny creatures, human beings. We eat our sleekly packaged organic granola for breakfast; we spend our days at our computers talking on the Interwebs to invisible folks on the other side of the world; we fill our free time with all sorts of self-actualising activities like yoga or going to classical concerts. We imagine […]
There are some food-related questions that are always really easy to answer – things like “wine or beer?” (wine); “plain or salted?” (salted); with or “without whipped cream?” (with!); or “chocolate or vanilla?” (chocolate, always chocolate!). But then there are a couple of foodie questions that I am regularly asked that make my throat close up and my palms become sweaty. Questions for which people somehow expect me to have a ready, rehearsed answer. Questions that make everyone in the room turn to me expectantly, awaiting an answer upon which I suspect my credibility as a food blogger depends.
“The only constant in life is change”, said Greek philosopher Herakleitos, a good half century before the birth of Christ – and nothing seems to have changed since (if you’ll pardon the pun). And if you are in any doubt about the truth of his statement, just pick up and leaf through a vintage […]
Travel: I love how it broadens the mind (and the derriere, if you eat as much when travelling as I do!). Living in one country you always seem to think that its problems are totally unique; that its traditions are novel, and its way of doing things correct. It’s only when you travel abroad that you begin […]
When I was a kid, we definitely had certain food associated with certain days. Fish and chips or Cranzgots pizzas were for Friday afternoons. Fondues were for a treat on Friday nights (come on, it was the 1970s!). Saturday afternoons, depending on the season, were for corn on the cob; omelettes with garlic bread; or […]