The decorator had been in all week and we were living in that state of chaos which is slightly too much. Meals on the coffee table or rather what serves as the coffee table which is actually my old university trunk eventually lose their appeal. Or rather than losing their appeal, we'd got to the … Continue reading Chicken dinners
Author: Rachael Martin
A tale of two lasagnes
If we're talking lasagne, then it's a tale of two. The first is my mother's from my childhood, when lasagne was a food of 80s dinners, along with the stir fried chicken that came from her copy of the St Michael Cookery Library's Chinese Cooking. It was often made using dried lasagne verdi, and generally … Continue reading A tale of two lasagnes
Memories will be made of meatballs
A friend asked me for the recipe for my meatballs. "How do you make yours?" she asked. "I love to hear how other people make them." Good question. My meatballs are generally recipe-less. They're usually a mix of the meat I've bought and what I have in the fridge. The other day I made them … Continue reading Memories will be made of meatballs
Comfort comes in the shape of meatballs
I had this phase once where just about every Friday night I'd make chicken risotto, and every Friday night my son would curl up his nose and wail "that's not risotto!" because where we live risotto may be very popular, just not with chicken. So I'd end up giving him pasta and ragù instead, whereas … Continue reading Comfort comes in the shape of meatballs
Pesto(ish) for a rainy day
So after Spring made a very brief appearance, in particular yesterday which gave us a day in which we all breathed a sigh of relief from the awful weather we seem to be having recently, today it is cold, grey, raining and utterly miserable. Burian 2 is on its way, or the beast from the … Continue reading Pesto(ish) for a rainy day
Slow travel in Tuscany, and anywhere
The last time I was in Rome, I had all these plans to visit all these places and then my son started vomiting the first morning we were there so we pretty much ate our way around Testaccio instead including a carbonara at Lo Scoppetaro restaurant that I know will become one of my lasting … Continue reading Slow travel in Tuscany, and anywhere
Wild boar stew is part of my identity
When I told my family I was toying with the idea of being vegan or at least vegetarian, my younger son looked at me in that way he has when it's obvious he thinks his mother cannot possibly be serious. "You'll never manage it," he pronounced. Of course he was right. I can't see myself … Continue reading Wild boar stew is part of my identity
