Sometimes, the best away around getting on with work is just not to do any at all. So it was on Tuesday, when we sat down to write recipes together, that we found ourselves distracted by the thought of lunch, and a lunch that that would take a.

Feeding friends is one of the easiest things to do. On a school night, when the skies are dark and the tube is on strike, the fact that they're willing to schlep their way south for a bowl of something at the kitchen table is truly valued. The small kitchen.

While Ellie was in Beirut and my other half was in Barbados, I was keeping it real in Blakeney. Mum, Alfred, the dog and I set off on a pilgrimage back to my homeland in a car packed to the roof with wellies, kindling, Earl Grey and.

Buying fish in Brixton isn't a particularly relaxing experience. If you end up in the wrong place you're likely to be jeered at and bullied into buying a limp old snapper with cloudy, bloodshot eyes and a forlorn expression – in fact the aggressive front of.

Crikey O Riley, there's a nip in the air! The sun, who every now and then peers round our corner of the globe, seems to have brought with him the dawn of a new season. It's a little like he disappeared some way round the world and.

When the summer's here but the clouds refuse to break so that the city is shrouded in a perpetual, temper-inducing fug of humidity, the only thing I fancy eating is a clean, Vietnamese pho. I've been meaning to try my hand at Vietnamese summer rolls for a while but.

I've made this salad twice this week and I'm already looking forward to leftovers for lunch tomorrow. The somewhat utilitarian beigeness of the chickpea, onion and cauliflower is enlivened by the lime, chilli, coriander and spices, resulting in a delicious contrast of flavours and textures in a very satisfying.

I’ve never allowed myself to eat anchovies until yesterday, when I thumbed a copy of River Café Cook Book Easy and dared myself to buy a jar of those hairy, slippery fillets.  It is to Ruth Rogers and Rose Gray that I owe my wholly unexpected volte-face, which is manifested.

Time to explain, briefly, the recent glut of carb-free recipes here at Salad Club: I try to follow the GI diet wherever possible which means no refined starchy carbohydrates like bread, pasta, potatoes, sugar and, very sadly, beer. As you may have guessed, however, I very rarely deprive myself of.

I realise Rosie's delivered two tuna salads in the last week, but I've only recently got over my fear of stinking, school time, wet-with-mayonnaise-white-bread tuna sandwiches. This is as much of a meat salad as it is fish, more so for having seared the tuna a little longer. For the dressing, grate.