Monthly Archives: January 2013

Great chieftain o’ the pudding race

Through a combination of lost keys, the Northern line and the fact I’d bought a haggis of such a size (see below) that it would take two hours to cook we did not get to enjoy a traditional Burns night haggis on Friday night. A haggis is not just for the 25th though, oh no, and we managed to squeeze in a traditional supper, complete with neeps and tatties, on Sunday night. Continue reading

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Hawksmoor

Continuing on the theme of eating fun, not good for you, things in January, we recently went to Hawksmoor in Seven Dials. While I’m definitely not a restaurant critic, the evening filled me with such glee that I thought it was worth a mention. Disclaimer: my original motivation for going was not steak. I’d seen their recipe for a cornflake ice cream sundae and wanted it. Continue reading

Trifle (or wet cake and custard)

To start my adventures in food blogging I feel I must set my stall out early on an issue which has been vexing me ever since I read this. The offending article suggests that a trifle should not contain jelly. It is not the first time the Guardian has been so delibrately provocative. Indeed, only a year ago did the good Felicity Cloake assert that a trifle should be jellyless and back in 2009 they worried whether jelly was a class issue. Class issue my hundreds and thousands covered arse. It’s a basic food issue. If it hasn’t got a layer of jelly then it’s just soggy cake, covered in a creamy custardy splodge-theres no structural integrity, no definition, in short it’s a disaster. Continue reading