Food for ma ‘Trap Queen’*

There are those days. You know them, the days that still reflect the magnificence of the night before. No hanging, just a spry tumble toward the counter top with a barely contained urge to create and devour. I put on Fetty’s ‘Trap Queen’ and made myself some ‘pie’. This pasta dish is one I sometimes…

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…