On our second last day in Aix en Provence, we accidentally went to a Turner exhibition. ‘Accidentally’ is overstating it. We intentionally walked there, and obediently bought our tickets at the entrance. Happily walked through the lovely rooms full of elegant furniture. Took an obligatory mirror selfie. And wound our way up and down a…
Tag: dessert
Korcarz – A hunt for the latke of our dreams, and Rabbi Yosef’s advice.
About ten years ago, I spent a weekend in Paris with my parents. I remember that it was the middle of winter, just before Christmas. To say that it was cold would be and understatement. It was ccccooooolllllddd. My mum insisted that we ride around the city on the top open air part of a…
Le Bouillon Chartier
We cross the lights on Rue du Faubourg-Montmartre in the 9th arrondissement, and Bouillon Chartier rises up to greet us. A monolith from another time and place. I’m only in the courtyard but I feel like I might be whisked away from the entrance in a ’20s style Rolls Royce a la Woody Allen’s ‘Midnight in Paris’…
Mildred’s Vegetarian Soho – A flavourful taste sensation
I once spent six months as a vegetarian. It was a reaction to working in the kibbutz kitchen when I lived in Israel. My job, especially on a Friday before the Sabbath, was to lop the limp, dangly necks off a few hundred chickens, and stuff a mixture of potatoes, herbs and spices up their…
Moro – A North African and Spanish style riot of flavours AKA. Post work-out treat
On Wednesday I went to a HIIT class. For the uninitiated, that’s High Intensity Interval Training, involving squats, push ups, dumbbells and so on. Basically, some guy with more steel than Robocop yells “You can do better!” while you run around like a demented hamster, sweat every last bit of salt out of your body,…
A Food Adventure – Double Pie Dinner with a side of Jellied Eel
Another day, another eating adventure. Ordinarily, I would think that a soft pie with gummy mash covered in a radio-active green parsley sauce with a side of jellied eels sounded unappealing. This time though, the little elderly lady that was serving it too me was so adorable, (in a tough East London sort of way) that…
Diving in, to the crumbly remains
Last night I made an apple crumble. I had promised my housemates some time ago that I would, and decided that since it was a Monday, and I didn’t have anything particularly pressing to do, I would bake them a treat. After I got home from work, in the midst of gobbling up a smoked…
Postcards from Oslo – Part 1
Friday – 11:00am – Joker Supermarket The pastry was spectacular. I bough it from a ‘Joker’ which is a Norwegian supermarket chain. It was the only one of it’s kind and it sat on the shelf yelling my name. The coffee was terrible. It was bought from the self service machine and was burnt. It…
‘Tiger Waffles’
Just lately I’ve been obsessed with these Dutch waffles. I buy them for a pound from ‘Tiger’ which is a cheapie pretty fun Dutch store full of things I rarely need and always want to buy. Two thin waffle circles joined together by a centre layer of caramel. They’re the perfect combination of chewy and…
Poco
London can be difficult sometimes. You can have a million friends around one weekend and the next everyone disappears to the French Alps or something and there is no-one. This is generally okay, I’m pretty good at self entertaining, and, especially when I’m trying to write, it’s not very productive having someone talking in my…
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