Happenings

The Russian Revolutionary Dinner

Last night we led a revolution, Russian revolution, in the underground establishment. Vodka, blood and pioneers were involved. It was a dinner – konechno, and I was more of a trusted lieutenant than a leader to the larger-than-life Ms Marmite

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Cold war and school dinners

It’s not all sex, drugs and roll’n’roll with me and food, you know. Whereas the food I often crave is high octave stuff – not in terms of it complexity (Michelin star plates leave me cold somewhat), but its impact (fat, offal, cream); today I’ve had the most warm and cuddly lunch possible:

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The Taste Awards – Kafka would have had a feast…

Hell with it. I’m going to let go, gorge, indulge myself, over-do it, envelop inside and out with this voluptuous feeling of a total surrender to food. I am going to enjoy every molecule of it, slowly and quickly at the same time, anticipating the guilt to come and saying hell with it.

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Iftar – the breaking of the Fast

During my recent short trip to Morocco I remember bitterly regretting not having organised a meal in an ‘ordinary’ family home (not that it’s an easy task, but the world of couchsurfing stretching far). We were travelling during Ramadan; when the gruelling test of no eating or drinking (or sex..)

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Oxford Food Symposium, or how to find similar-bellied friends whilst tasting rotten herring

‘How do you feed hundred people with one goat? You can’t. You need to ferment the meat of one goat to feed the crowd’ a Sudanese saying quoted by Harrold McGee.