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Mrs Ribeye and I absolutely adore Xmas and manage to go over-the-top at even the merest sight of a Coca Cola advert, a shop window cover...

No self-respecting restaurant in 1970's London would dare send out the dessert trolley without a Bunsen burner. Atop the flickering ...

Ernest Glaces in La Rochelle makes the best ice cream in the world. Forget Italian 'gelato' or Pinkberry frozen yoghurt (NOT ice...

Dinner at our friends Ophelia and Kumar was a blast last night. Mrs Ribeye mentioned that she had read in the newspaper earlier in the...

The conversation over at Andrea and Darryl's place last night turned to cooking, and I asked why it would be unheard of that fried eggs...

All of a sudden, from being content to buy Braeburns, Galas and even the occasional Granny Smith, I have become a member of the 'Jaz...

Last September, I went on a trip to visit friends at the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill. On one occasion, I was taken to a loc...

Waitrose are doing a Valentine's Day meal-for-two offer of a starter, main course, two side dishes and a bottle of wine for £20. In the...

6,6,6,3 is not my debit card PIN number, nor my squash club locker combination - it's my (not so) secret cake formula. You may have not...

I love honey (strictly speaking, golden syrup) cake. I love cheesecake. I love maple syrup. Put them together, and BAAM! The best cake in t...

This is such a great 'Wow Your Friends' recipe. A simple 6,6,6,3 fairy cake batter with a spicy apple filling, which means min...

This is the best cheesecake EVER. I know that everyone says that their mum is the best cook in the world - but mine actually is. It is a...

Man oh man, do I love messing around with classic recipes. In this one, I not only ruin the traditional concept of a samosa, but also th...