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…