Not another quinoa salad

Urgh, how boring, quinoa this quinoa that. Everyone’s got a quinoa salad recipe and no one knows how to pronounce it. Wasn’t there once an article in the Guardian about how we shouldn’t even be eating quinoa because it’s bad for the Bolivians? Continue reading

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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

Crispy-skin salmon, braised kale and cannellini bean purée

I’m very tired today. I’m not sure whether it’s because of the two hours I spent at the gym, which I am writing about now because it never happens and I want everyone to know how virtuous I’ve been today, or whether it’s from the emotional stress of transfer deadline day, which I’m writing about because I want everyone to think I’m a cool girl who likes football. Which I am. I promise. Continue reading

Tricolore! Salsa Verde! Arugula, cod and peppers

Saying things in Italian is just more fun. I don’t know if it’s from watching A Fish Called Wanda so many times or because Italian waiters are always happy to bring you olives and bread and limoncello. Even when they’re sad, they’re still trying to give you limoncello. Or maybe it’s just a very fun language, but pretending to speak Italian makes me giddy. Continue reading