Never have I got home from a holiday and not felt just a little bit pleased to get back. There’s always something I’ve missed: my clothes, my house, (most likely) my own bed. But then I’d never been to Mark Warner Paleros, in Greece.To be fair, as the resort was only three weeks old, barely anyone else had been either.
If you’re mature and responsible enough to be around everything fishy in the culinary world without screeching “WE’VE GOT CRAAAABS!”, London Seafood Festival may well be the one for you.
Without a doubt, the ultimate in comfort food for me is undeniably buttermilk fried chicken with buffalo sauce. Crunchy, salty, soft and tangy, all at the same time, it’s an absolutely amazing (and tummy-pleasing) treat for the senses.
Moving house is really good fun. Once you get over the crippling awfulness of packing up your entire life into boxes and shifting every piece of furniture you own into a massive van manned by strangers, that is.
The best dish at Granger’s is the classic sweetcorn fritter. Here it comes loaded with bacon, tomatoes and spinach: it’s great for a healthy brunch, lunch or a lighter dinner, and it’s an incredibly easy dish to replicate at home.
Every so often I realise my relationship with alcohol is making me feel a little uncomfortable. Occasionally I’ll be drinking slightly more of it than I’m happy with, become aware of how many nights out (or sometimes nights in) have been followed by a head that’s thicker than I’d like it to be.
I am one of those people who in the past has suffered with what you might call ‘ostrich tendencies’. You know what I mean: when something bad is happening, if you just look the other way it doesn’t exist. And my finances were no exception.