Tag Archives: travel

Fruit loaf and scorpions: How to eat well in Beijing

The title is a lie. We did not eat well in Beijing. Don’t get me wrong, we had some spectacular food but the city is vast and simply trying to get from one sight to another occupied much of the time we had, leaving almost no time to find places to eat. Continue reading


Easy, chickpeasy

This week I have mostly been eating hummus. For breakfast, for lunch, for dinner. With sumac, with lamb, with pepper sauce, with ful medames. I have been in Jordan and in Jordan they like their food. And their food comes with hummus. Continue reading

Making amokery of me

Not as well known as Thai or as trendy as Vietnamese, Cambodian cuisine deserves wider acclaim. It’s fragrant and sweet rather than fiery, and makes use of vibrantly fresh ingredients. On our trip, between gawking at some awesome (in the truest sense of the word) temples, there was time to squeeze in a cooking class where I got to use some exceptionally sharp knives and cook six classics; fresh spring rolls, mango salad, Khmer curry, Khmer amok and two sago puddings. Continue reading

Pineapple Buns and Fish Balls: Things I ate in Hong Kong

Twenty years ago, on my first visit to Hong Kong, my dad would go out every morning and buy each of us a soft, sweet bun for breakfast. Known as pineapple buns (bo lo baau in Cantonese) they contain no pineapple but are named for the way the sugary topping cracks on top. Two decades later, they, and the bakeries that sell them alongside egg tarts, pork floss pastries and wife cakes, are as ubiquitous as ever. That is why I love going back. Although the city looks as if it changes, its heart stays the same. I can wallow shamelessly in childhood nostalgia, and, at the same time, thrill at trying new things. Continue reading

That’s Provence!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAYou know those smug people who swan off to the south of France in the summer and find delightful little family run places with authentic regional cooking? I am now one of these people. A villa in France has long been one of my dream holidays and I jumped at the chance of a week of cheese, boules and rosé in Provence. Continue reading