Tag Archives: salad

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

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Chicken and lettuce: a Heston repro

So this is a shameless reproduction of a course I had at Dinner by Heston Blumenthal, which means that unfortunately I can’t take any sort of genius points for this one. As with many knock offs there were some things which the original had that mine did not. Firstly, I couldn’t find any oyster leaves and I also couldn’t be bothered to pipe little extra bits of celeriac purée around the plate. 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

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