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Behind the scenes

In the absence of my favourite dinner dates, Famale is staying in. I know it’s not everyone’s idea of a good Saturday night, but for me, chopping and waiting is all I want on tonight’s menu. Preparation is the interesting … Continue reading

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Two’s a crowd

Famale enjoys eating with so few people that a list of people she won’t eat with is in order: 1. Foodies. People should never call themselves foodies outside of a tv gameshow (eg. A Question of Taste – pointless viewing). … Continue reading

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Miss saigon

Yesterday someone cooked for Famale for a change. Lindy sent me on a wild goose chase on the train to get to her flat, armed with ingredients to make a special surprise dessert. She had picked up a whole host … Continue reading

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Messy

When life is becoming messy, there is nothing else to do but have a clear-out. Famale is kicking booze out of bed, from gin o’clock to cocktail hour. After a particularly scary wake-up call last weekend, I’ve decided to become … Continue reading

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Sunshine came softly through my window today

Spring/summer is finally here! Famale has been enjoying a few days mental respite in the garden with Mamma Famale, down the shops with Cinnamon Girl, planning with Lindy and gin o’clock. I’ve just been informed by a non-cook reader that … Continue reading

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Northern soul

Last night Mamma Famale was treated to a special pre-Mother’s Day dinner. This is a good one for today if you’re stuck for ideas. All mums love chicken and lemon and rosemary.┬áIt makes them think they’re in Lake Garda when … Continue reading

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Mother and the addict(s)

Hello. I’m Famale. I’m addicted to basil. It’s true. I just can’t get enough, just can’t get enough. My Italian family had rows and rows of basil which grew outside with very little attention, apart from the dog and the … Continue reading

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Gin soaked

Normally I’m a Gordon’s girl, but sometimes the occasion calls for a bit of Bombay Sapphire. Last night, partially comatose with footnoting, I made a cracking curry with my take on Bombay potatoes. Never being one for a recipe, I … Continue reading

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This charming man

If only Famale could have just one of Bradley Cooper’s pills in Limitless, she could get these essays out of the way and on to batch no.2 (essays, not baking). Yesterday Don and I went to Lucky 7 on Bath … Continue reading

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Convention rights

The rules on Italian pesto should be laid down in the European Convention on Human Rights. In fact, I’m surprised they’re not. My experience of pesto pre-Italy was when we discovered it as first year art students and put it … Continue reading

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