When I was in New York I met up with an old school friend (to clarify, by ‘old’ I mean I’ve known her a long time, she’s not old, that would make me old, and i’m not old, i’m in my prime. Baby… ok, rant over). She’s vegan, so we went to check out a new vegan…
Tag: foodappreciation
Omelegg – Amsterdam
First morning in Amsterdam and I really fancy an omelette from Omelegg. It has great reviews, looks cosy and is a very convenient five minute walk from my hotel. I message my friend and tell him the plan ‘Good recon!’ He replies, ‘I’ll see you there’. Half an hour later I am standing in a…
Tonkotsu
Saturday I wake up craving Ramen; It’s freezing outside, I’m hung over, and hungry, it had been too long since my previous bowl. I’m fairly impulsive where food applies, an hour later I had dragged my housemate out of the house, through the drizzle and bitter wind and was happily seated at a table in…
Iskender Kebab at Kilis Kitchen (with a spider on my head)
There is a question that I have long asked myself; Will anyone care if I go to dinner with a spider on my head? Not a real spider of course (ew, shudder) no, a glam sparkly spidey fascinator sitting jauntily atop my crown. I was determined to find out eventually, and so I found myself…
‘Mae’s Ancient Thai Food’ by Carole Mason and Ning Najpinij
The first thing I notice when I open Mae’s Ancient Thai Food is how vibrant it is. It’s exciting, brimming with colour, energy and undeniable joie de vivre. The book begins with a tribute to its inspiration, Gobgaew Najpinij, followed by a minutely detailed introduction to Thai herbs, spices and techniques, including a page devoted…
Fried Green Tomatoes and Po’Boys at Plaquemine Lock
For some time I worked down the road from an abandoned pub called the Prince of Wales. I’d always felt a bit sad for it. There it sat, on the corner in Angel, Islington, across from the Regents canal. It looked dilapidated, deserted and unloved. I had hoped some Good Samaritan would come and give…
Psyche of an Asparagus
Look at me, I’m green and long I’m not a beet, I am not corn, I’m classy, both raw and fried, there’s nothing wrong with that. Look at me, I’m white and fat I don’t care what you think, Of that. I have a tip, a crunchy end. I’m great with butter, oh, and…
Txotx – Finding my inner om with a green smoothie and mushroom toast.
I realized something at yoga yesterday. I really don’t like to om. I don’t even like listening to other people do it. I think I might associate it in my mind with the time my dad went through his weird Tibetan throat singing phase. Not quite as bizarre as the aliens that lived on the…
Saturday morning breakfast pizza – With a side of a hangover.
Saturday morning, I eat pizza for breakfast. I could have fried up some eggs like a normal person. But the pizza was calling me. I don’t know why exactly. It just was. I’d say it probably all started the evening before when I got hammered on Veurve Cliquot at the office, followed by a couple of…
Food! Beautiful food.
Eating has always been a significant part of my life. I grew up with Mum in the kitchen, claiming she couldn’t cook then effortlessly throwing out a spectacular spread. It’s how my family celebrate, we’re Jewish after all. We’ll find any excuse to eat. Jewish New Year isn’t complete without honey cake. On the ‘Day of Atonement’…
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