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I have gone spice-crazy at my local Waitrose. Noticing that they stock the whole Bart spice range, I decided to spend some of my John Le...

This recipe has got to be the ultimate comfort food. Mrs Ribeye and I were on our way home from our summer holiday in Nice on the Fren...

I have no idea where I got this combination of toppings for a deep pan pizza from. It's a bit of a hybrid of a pepperoni pizza and a...

You gotta love irony. Drought warnings by the Environment Secretary, followed by the wettest April on record. Does that mean that we ...

Mrs Ribeye has arrived back from her annual parent-fest in Russia and I though I would detox her from all of the Seledka pod Suboy  and ...

There is no such thing as a traditional Italian quattro stagioni pizza. When I was seventeen, I went on my first 'laahds' holiday...

I lie occasionally. See, there's another one. I lie a tiddly bit more than occasionally. Mostly it's to get out of doing somethi...

What a delightful weekend. Friday night's two parties were excellent. Happy birthday to Sandy, again, and bon voyage to Magda, again...

Mrs Ribeye and I live in a tiny little flat with a miniscule kitchen. The reason we took this place was that it is located in the best p...

Charity begins at home. Go into a branch of Waitrose supermarkets, and you may find three, metre-high, clear plastic cases near the ex...

Roti prata cafes are working people's restaurants dotted all over Singapore. But it's not unusual for the city's cognoscenti...

Bread is cheap, filling and delicious when homemade, expensive when bought from an artisan bakery and rubbish when bought from an Engl...