These little custard tarts present something of a problem. They’re best cooked very quickly, at very high temperatures, so that the top and the edges scorch in an attractive way. That means that ordinary ovens probably aren’t going to cut it, but that pizza oven out in my back garden might just. That thing is [...]
Fried, scrambled, poached, boiled? This is going to be difficult, isn’t it? No, no. It’ll be fine. Eggs = breakfast, right? Yes, that’s right. They do equal ‘breakfast’, but that’s the mere tip of the iceberg. All of those ways are superb ways to eat an egg, but egg-appreciation can’t just stop with a couple [...]
I made a curry a while ago that called for a couple of tablespoons of dessicated coconut. As you can’t buy just a couple of tablespoons of dessicated coconut, the rest of the massive, opened packet has sat in the cupboard ever since, waiting to be thrown out in the next Great Clear Out, sometime [...]
I don’t think I’d be doing the humble Scotch egg an injustice to suggest that it’s got a bad reputation. The true horror of the mass produced Scotch egg, mainstay of the wet British picnic, can be found in any supermarket in the land. Dull, grey, under seasoned meat hugging an overcooked egg, the whole [...]
Eating breakfast in a hotel is a tedious, expensive and predictable business, to be avoided when possible. I discovered The Troubadour about a decade ago whilst wandering round trying to avoid just this problem, and I’ve been back there every now and again ever since. Opened in 1954, The Troubadour is the last remaining of [...]
Blues,
breakfast,
Business,
cafe,
Coffeehouse,
eggs,
Food,
Jimi Hendrix,
Led Zeppelin,
London,
Recreation,
shopping,
The Troubador,
Troubadour