Talking of being the least green fingered person you're ever likely to meet, I tried to move some courgette leaves off the grass the other day and completely pulled out the whole bunch, with roots and everything. I don't know how it happened. Either I'm superwoman, or...
If any of my neighbours looked out of the window this morning and saw me kicking the door of my shed, they'd be forgiven for thinking that I don't particularly enjoy gardening. They would, however, be wrong. Despite my momentary anger at the shed door,...
When you've had the best flapjacks in the world, it's hard to then try a different recipe. There's such a massive risk of disappointment. And it feels a bit like cheating. Even though you know that the maple flapjacks will always take you back with...
I've had one of those incredibly busy and satisfying Saturdays. I went to the doctor, did the laundry, worked on a grant application, went to an exhibition with some friends, caught up with them over a margarita, did some research at the British Library, bought...
I have recently joined Hackney Library, which has a surprisingly wide and varied selection of cookbooks. As I am embarking on the massive project of writing a cookbook myself, I'm really interested in reading other peoples' work, seeing all the many different ways you can...
Although I'm back in Autumnal London now, I still have one thing left to tell you about from Poland. It's one of my all time favourite dishes - plum dumplings. We used tiny little plums for these we call "the Hungarians", or if you want...
Driving from Poland to Holland isn't as bad as I remember it being back in the day. We now have a whole 300km of motorway, you know, somewhere in the middle of the route from Warsaw to the border. Which leaves only 3 or 4...
Gofry, or waffles, were a rare treat during the bleak communist eraThey're still as delicious now as they were then, the only difference being the massive choice of toppings. Up there on the left, is a cinnamon apple one with cream, and on the right,...
If you read this blog, then you may know already that in the summer, just like the Spanish eat gazpacho, we the Polaks, eat chlodnik. A couple of days ago, we tried something completely different and a little bit naughty - instead of the traditional...
In my family "pascha" (the sweet, not the club) was considered to be a Jewish dish, but the recipe we used is apparently Russian. Everything is quite mixed up in this part of the world. Especially the people, myself included. Although I'm Polish, my dad's...
