Around Britain with a Paunch

I’ve become obsessed with baking bread. People have asked me whether it is just a phase and it has made me wonder. But I think that it ...

The good people of Waitrose sent me a wonderful box last year full of the ingredients needed to make a Christmas cake . Normal life has go...

Pork and sherry is a fine combination. Especially when the sherry is sweet and the pork falls apart like a sous vide ponzi scheme. The swe...

It’s a time of year I associate with Sylvia Plath’s poem Blackberrying. A lament about a summer gone. It’s one of my favourite poems – alb...

I’ve been boring the noble people of Instagram for the last two months with highly sexed up pictures of bread that I’ve reared from hand, ...

As the Night Riviera pulled out of Paddington our weekend began with a hiss of kissing steel and a clunk of clacking couplings. Our bert...

Walking into the Italian deli near my office in King’s Cross is to be transported to the scene in Goodfellas where they are cooking in ...