I am many things but I am not a good cook. During my GCSE Home Economics exam I burnt a potato in the microwave, sending waves of pungent fumes throughout the school. As I looked up in anguish at my teacher, she said “um,...
Read MoreI’ve always thought that the length of a good lunch should be about the same as a football match: around two hours (give or take a few minutes for injury time and the obligatory half-time break). I was reminded of this as I...
Read MoreWhen I booked my tasting menu at Manchester’s District, its website informed me that Discovery (£50 a head) encapsulated ‘a new life in the off-world colonies’ and ‘a new chance in a golden land of...
Read MoreDuring the first lockdown, when the great and the good were allegedly being ambushed by cakes, I contented myself with a weekly bike ride to the Northern Quarter and Ancoats in Manchester. My first port of call was to The...
Read MoreEveryone I mentioned this event to reacted with the same quizzical raised eyebrow. “Polish wines?” “Yes,” I said. “Polish wines”. Even typing it now does seem a little odd. How could such a such a perceptively cold country grow...
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