Around Britain with a Paunch

Sardinia’s opal tinted waters that lap against the island’s crinkly coast are awash with bronzed Italian bodies and most excitingly, are wri...

I’ve got a confession to make. I’ve become addicted to fennel. In my defence, I am genetically pre-disposed to the stuff and I suspect that ...

The Flavour Thesaurus is fast becoming my favourite cookery book. When I looked in my fridge and saw half a head of celery and a cauliflowe...

A trip to the supermarket isn’t complete without remortgaging your house. Whereas in the UK, the fierce competition between the supermarkets...

Early September in Sweden is an enchanting time of year. The damp air and moist forests feel ripe with autumnal life and even the grassy are...

Trinity is our local bolthole where we go for a treat. After some disappointing weekend experiences in the West End we’ve found it’s far b...

Cowie has a long and distinguished history of buying me awesome cooking gifts , not to mention having built Cassius as well. So when she g...

When Cowie was last over in Sweden we had a cracking dinner at a small restaurant and bar called Stearin, in Gothenburg’s trendy Linne distr...

I came home from the market with a bag full of treats and a brain that was racing with ideas about what to do with all my lovingly purchased...

This started out as a healthy experiment that worked well in principle but wasn’t quite right taste wise and evolved into a dish I’m really ...