Artichoke Carbonara

The temperature is cooling and dampness is settling in the air. Thick bottomed boots ensconce feet; they gingerly accompany apologetic woollen hats. London is steadily being enveloped in a persistent drizzle. Like an unsolicited sloppy kiss from the family Labrador, it leaves you grimacing, lips pursed, with a warm feeling inside. I make the Italian…

Munch, Crunch and Savour

I have always has a complicated relationship with food. I was borne into a culture where food, and all that accompanies it, is celebrated. The flavours, the textures – tactility is encouraged. We touch our food, licking fingers and tasting. Above all, there is the tasting. The greatest sin? Besides being a picky eater? Small…