Double chocolate ice lollies

Posted on July 5, 2015 by MrsHollingsworths

Summer time in London is just the best. It’s crazy how the temperature can totally shift the vibe of an entire city, but it’s true – people seem happier and more carefree, and everyone makes an effort to get outside and enjoy the sunshine.

And with summer in London of course comes ice cream. The tinkling chimes of the capital’s ice cream vans have long been the soundtrack to our summers – they are quite literally the Pied Pipers of the common era, with children (and some adults, ahem Mr H) finding themselves subconsciously gravitating towards the noise in the hope of a Mr Whippy. Continue reading →

Cauliflower tabbouleh

Posted on July 3, 2015 by MrsHollingsworths

With temperatures in London soaring into the 30s at the moment, it’s so hard to know what to eat. You need something nourishing, but you’d also like something light, and you don’t want to spend ages in the kitchen preparing it (we’ve got to get out and enjoy the sunshine while it lasts, right?).

So I’ve taken a little inspiration from the Middle East with this dish, after all who better to turn to than the people who are constantly blessed with these kind of temperatures! Tabbouleh is a super healthy and delicious vegan salad, traditionally made with parsley, mint, bulgur wheat, tomatoes and various spices. But I’ve put bulgar on the bench and substituted it in for cauliflower for a seriously light and gluten free salad. Continue reading →

Quasi goreng (that’s quinoa nasi goreng, obvs)

Posted on June 12, 2015 by MrsHollingsworths

There’s a lovely little Singaporean restaurant in North West London that my family have been going to for years. My grandpa used to love it (he spent his war years in that part of the world) and always amused the waitresses with his vast vocabulary of Indonesian and Malay swear words. Or at least they used to laugh politely. He would order the nasi goreng without fail each time – it was such a big portion he could never finish it, so (being the Jewish mother he always claimed to be) he always told us we hadn’t eaten enough and made us help him out. I don’t think I’ve ever left that restaurant feeling anything left than stuffed. Continue reading →