Month: March 2009

The Underground Restaurant

A recession makes for interesting times. Success does not rely on large financial outlay and clever marketing schemes, customers have less money to spend and want to spend it well. I don’t think it’s any coincidence that the birth of the Underground Restaurant or Pop-Up Restaurant movement in London coincides with our depressing economics times. Quirky and individual they offer a unique experience and a talking point, and the opportunity to immerse yourself in someone elses domestic environment for a few hours while you indulge in the comforts of their home cooking. I dined at one such restaurant in London recently, run by a fellow food blogger MsMarmiteLover from her gorgeous home. We food bloggers travel in packs to these kind of things, I went with Helen of Food Stories, Lizzie of Hollow Legs and Chris of Cheese & Biscuits. My usual partners in crime in food forays and otherwise, and always good indicators of a fun night out. We arrived promptly and were greeted warmly with a Kir Semi-Royale. We had no idea what to …

St Patrick’s Day – Chilli Roast Salmon and Potato Salad

I love St Patrick’s Day. Traditionally a day of indulgence, we were allowed to eat all of the sweets we’d been storing over lent and weren’t allowed to eat (we always gave them up and *always* failed). It’s a bank holiday in Ireland and most towns hold their own parade. Filled with irish dancing floats, marching bands, local groups and often filled with adverts from local companies. Dancing nurofen anyone? I actually saw that once, and loved it when it threw me sweets. I’ve since bought a lot of nurofen. Connection? The day always started bright and relatively early with mass, or more accurately my mother’s battle to organise us all and get us out the door to mass. It was essential to wear green to mass on Paddy’s Day. I’m not kidding. At least in my house. We’d stop at my grandmothers and she’d douse us and pin us with some fresh shamrock, gleaming and dripping on our jumpers, and competing for space with the traditional St Patrick’s Day badges and ribbons, and off …

February Roundup!

And now, ladies and gentlemen, my second round up of the year. A lengthy and late one it is too, my apologies. I should rename February “the month of pork belly”. I could! At least in my own independent republic, population of one. If if the first president of Turkmenistan could rename the days & months of the year, after his family and himself, I don’t see why not! All joking aside, it’s not that I didn’t cook anything else, but with my recent compressed timelines, filled with work and visitors (and I am not complaining about either), I haven’t had time to blog any of the other lovely things I did. Which is a shame as there were delicious things like sprout tops, forced rhubarb, cavolo nero. I even baked bread! It was a busy, busy month. New job, and I have moved again, albeit temporarily but to a lovely flat in Primrose Hill. Somewhere more permanent is winking at me on the horizon. Hurrah! I really can’t tell you how much I want/need …