Dave leaned closer, narrowed his eyes and delivered his long held and fiercely defended mantra……….. “You can’t learn from a fucking book………..you can only ‘know stuff’………without tactile experience you’re just taking information on board. Take Karate for example, I bought the book ‘Karate – Kill people with a Single Punch’ and all I learned how to… Read More Pork Stroganoff …….. my tricky Russian phase..
My awakening to fungi came as a result of my Dad’s moderate foraging nature. I wouldn’t describe him as a professional forager but he knows where to find incredible field mushrooms which he turns into mouth-watering breakfasts and knock out soups along with secret wild garlic ‘carpets’ carefully guarded and culled on the QT to… Read More Girolles with Pork & beer
If I have learned anything from cooking in Italy and cooking with Italians it is this……do not smother pasta with sauce…it needs to ‘sing with’ whatever you serve it with not be upsatged by it. Now, as a youngster my heart would sink ever time a big bowl of spaghetti landed in front of me… Read More Spaghetti with Salsiccia, Sun blushed tomatoes, mushrooms and aubergine
When I was a kid my Dad would make Spag Bol and bring it to the table in the pan it was all cooked in……this used to horrify me as a 9 year old. Don’t ask me where my airs and graces at that tender age came from but it seriously bummed me out! My… Read More Spag with Porcini and Spinach
The Bicycle Thief 