Purple Haze: a hand-cut, home-made picture essay

Purple Haze: a hand-cut, home-made picture essay

Lessons learned: 1. Hand-chopped burgers held together with duck fat and smothered in mature cheddar are seriously good. 2. You cannot laugh and eat a burger at the same time. Seriously.

Jumping frogs (or, “en med det hele”)

Jumping frogs (or, “en med det hele”)

I really must do something about my food photography. The other day I decided it was time for yet another violation of my (increasingly silly, as I’m coming to see it) aversion to mixing meat and bread. It was time for hotdogs. Of course for the novice this poses all sorts of difficult decisions when [...]

What We Have Wrought

What We Have Wrought

If I were to describe the single best thing about my life with the Philosophe, I’d have to borrow a line my father used to like (he said it was from Kierkegaard, though I remain unconvinced of the source): the joy of expectation. From the day we decided to get married, we have been planning [...]

Slow cooked meats and crinkled sheets

Not having a bathroom turns out to be an amazingly effective way to not do a whole lot things you’d think have nothing to do with having a bathroom. Like cooking, because everything is so dusty. And working, because how can I settle down without being able to get up to pee every 5 minutes. [...]

It Must have Been Something She Ate

It Must have Been Something She Ate

Poor little Mogwai wasn’t a happy cat the other day. Normally a greed-bucket of note, she turned her nose up at at least four meals. Here she is empathising with Jeffrey Steingarten. (She’s all better now. She managed about a third of my bowl of – heavily wasabi-spiced – popcorn last night). In other news, [...]

Bread and meat

Bread and meat

Being a Dane (when I feel like it), I’ve never had a taste for closed sandwiches. Which is not to say that I don’t love bread – I do, in all its glorious chewy starchiness. But in my universe, the best bread is eaten solo, with butter (perhaps cheese), while the main focus of sandwiches [...]

Is that duck fat in my brownie?

Is that duck fat in my brownie?

Nah, just kidding, of course I didn’t make brownies with duck fat. But recently the aromas of brownies and duck fat (cooking separately) in our kitchen were positively intoxicating, and made me think of an article I read many years ago when Ferran Adria was still a novelty (“Is that Ham Fat on my Cherry?”). [...]

Xbox Tosser

Xbox Tosser

I often make fun of other cars when I’m on the road. I find it’s a good alternative to getting irritated by how badly people drive. And often it’s the people in big cars with silly names who are the worst drivers of all. The BMW X5, for instance, often contains small women who talk [...]

On piza and patsa

On piza and patsa

Being in the family of a prominent restaurant reviewer sometimes has its perks: for one thing, we have easy and direct access to a wealth of information about where to go (or not), and secondly, a constant gentle pressure to eat out so we can report back on our experiences. Given that this is something [...]

Our Daily Bread

So I’m finally getting round to watching Our Daily Bread, a documentary about the food industry that is by now pretty old hat (it’s from 2005, and the present continuous tense is purposeful: the film is playing on the TV right now, as I write this on the couch, laptop on lap – as it [...]

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