Let’s Cook: Just like Gran used to make…

Growing up with griddle scones were one of the finest things I had in life. Coming into the house and being encapsulated by the fresh, off the griddle scent and eaten still warm with real salted butter and golden syrup where you couldn't venture to far away from the plate as the melting butter would… Continue reading Let’s Cook: Just like Gran used to make…

The joy of cooking

The year is 1992 and it's drawing to the end of November, I am 10 years old. It was the usual boisterous weather for that time of year, a wild night being supported by the hard hitting rain that attacks side on. Delia Smith is on the telly with her Delia's run up to Christmas… Continue reading The joy of cooking

There is a fly in my soup…

Being a chef or cook is a job of choice like any other trade. The only down side is how unsociable it is and how it was for me, especially in the early days. There are some that have come in as kitchen porters to earn either a few extra quid while studying for there… Continue reading There is a fly in my soup…

Roads to Discovery

Curly parsley should not be thrown over a dish as garnish but served perhaps fried briefly for adding crunch to a dish or the perfect accompaniment to a white sauce served with a good piece of fish. A descent sear on meat is important for good flavour but this does not seal the juices in… Continue reading Roads to Discovery