It’s my middle class guilt. It’s why I need to bake cookies routinely once every two weeks. Every two weeks, a middle-aged lady would wake up early, travel to my house on the dot to scrub, mop and clean. No matter how late the night before or how early the day of, I would attempt to bake my guilt away so I could give her some homemade treats on top of her salary.
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I’m imagining a sunny day, warm enough to be without a jacket. A vast park that is of various shades of green. It’s morning, there are people, but not too many. Warm, smiling people with their heads held high, as they usually are in the English summer. People walking their dogs, people jogging, people having picnics. Then there’s me. I’m laid down on my back on the grass, not minding the dirt or the insects, looking up at the calming shade of blue. I’m there with a bucket of fresh local raspberries and a large cappuccino. I can imagine myself to be happy and at peace in this scenario.
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Everyone’s got a thing, or at least needs a thing. You may be a gym-bunny or a runner, in which case exercise can be your thing. Humor, sarcasm, or having a brain like a calculator may be your thing. You may be a movie buff, you may be as specific as an 80’s pop geek.
A passion, a love, something of profound interest that it defines who you are. In your elevator pitch what do you say? My name is x, I’m from x and?
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I go to restaurants and I pay money for food and with that money comes expectations. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable when I sigh disappointingly at a split hollandaise on my plate. Or dry chicken. Undercooked bread. Overcooked steak. Underseasoned vegetables. Greasy sauce. Wilted salad leaves. These are the things that upset me the most.
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I love my carbs. They’re the bane of my existence. I can cut down on the sugar, I can cut down on the fat, but if a diet calls for a reduction in carbs, it can go f*ck itself. I recall trying the Paleo diet, and after day three, I was angry, I was irritated and I was unable to concentrate. All clear symptoms of carb withdrawal.
That’s why I can’t lose weight and my ass continues to expand. I’m trying out more exercises but that’s just making me hungrier and crave for more carbs. Nothing like some thick toasted sourdough smothered in butter for that perfect pre- and post-work out snack.
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There’s been a revolution against the British curry houses where Indian cuisine’s tamed down to a heavy, bland, generic stew. After the success of Dishoom a whole wave of trendy Indian restaurants opened their doors in London. Small sharing plates, decor honoring the tradition of Bombay coffee houses, and food that lights up fireworks.
Tandoor Chop House is one of such places. It claims to be North Indian cafe meets Western chop house. I went in the evening, where it’s dimly lit and filled with smoke from the tandoor, creating a wonderfully inviting atmosphere. Continue reading “Tandoor Chophouse (London)”
A recipe adapted from Bon Appetit, which is just pure genius. A classic in chips, why hadn’t anyone else thought of doing this to baked potatoes? The potatoes are par-boiled in vinegar and water and fried crispy with plenty of oil. My mind was blown.
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I enjoy filleting fish. The whole process from gutting to scaling, even though is messy, I like. I generally have little patience in life, which doesn’t make me the best company at times, but give me a dead fish and a good filleting knife, as morbid as it is, I’m in a yoga state.
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Words are too simple for emotions. Anxiety can be synonymous with nervousness, unease and also paralyzing fear. We say that one is depressed after a disappointing game result, one is depressed after losing their wallet, and one is also depressed when they’re looking down from the edge of a bridge. These feelings, these emotions, are sometimes felt simply flooding one’s mind, but some feel it deep in their stomach, suffocating in their chest, or clogging up their throat. We lack words that describe the combination of emotions. Despair can be hopelessness and sad, but what would we call the oxymoron of distress and delight, or the curdling mix of shock, remorse, hope, and guilt?
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It’s soon March – my favorite month of the year. When March comes a’knocking, my optimistic alter ego surfaces to answer the door. There’s already more light in the afternoon, more life in the morning, more hope in the world. When the clocks go back at the end of March it’ll all be okay.
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