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Prosciutto with artichokes, rosemary and truffle oil

So truffle oil is kind of a weird thing. I think lots of people assume it’s super fancy and, you know, actually made with truffles. But the reality is that most of it is produced in a factory using thioethers. Most truffle oil hasn’t even seen a truffle before and given that typically chilli oil, garlic oil, rosemary oil etc have all seen their respective counterparts, it almost seems like false advertising to deem truffle-flavoured oil as truffle oil. Especially considering the whole Greek yoghurt debacle. It’s for this reason that for a long time I’ve been averse to the stuff. It just seems like cheating.
To me “truffle oil” is false teeth, a knock-off handbag, a rita ora to a Rhianna… (notice rita doesn’t get capitals).

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Black rice salad with raw peppers, mango and coriander

Ok, I’ve found something I’m annoyed about although I’m secretly pleased because it will make writing this post so much easier. I’m annoyed that it’s boring to hear about people’s trips to the gym. Even if you have a funny anecdote about the gym, you can’t share it because people who don’t go to the gym just think you’re a massive twat. Continue reading

The best ever, super garlicky beans

I’ve been having a real issue with automated machines lately. Cash points are just about okay, although every time I use one my heart slightly skips a beat knowing my card will get eaten. Train and tube ticketing machines are worse as I always seem to find myself prodding and to no avail. “Can it really be possible that transport related machines have subpar sense detection?”, I muse contemplatively. Oh god, while I’m on transport – aeroplane inflight entertainment systems are particularly irritating. The amount of times I’ve tried to watch Citizen Kane and ended up re-watching Armageddon and it being entirely the fault of technology is… no times. I love Armageddon. BUT they still are crap. Continue reading

Spiced red mullet with a fennel, preserved lemon and rocket salad.

My flatmate and I have a wonderful cleaner who comes in occasionally to make sure we aren’t living in a mouse-infested cesspit. You see, I’m incredibly untidy by nature… although, I like to think I’m not an awful person to live with because most of my mess is contained in a 10m x 10m pit of yesterday’s coffee and dirty clothes that I call my room. Continue reading

Quinoa tabbouleh-style salad

Food blogging is a myth. I’ve only just realised it but people go to food blogs for reasons completely apart from the food. In fact, I’ve continually skipped over the actual recipes from my favourite food blog, Recipe Rifle, for the past few years. It’s a fairly bare-bones type of site with pretty average photos but the writing is hilarious. Every time I read it my girl crush on Esther Walker grows more creepy and my day is a little more wonderful. Continue reading