I love to promote the concept of ‘eating the rainbow’. Did you know that the colours of different fruits and veggies indicates an abundance of certain nutrients? For example; greens are rich in vitamins B, E and K, orange/yellow foods have lots of vitamins A and C, and purple produce is packed with vitamins C and K as well as heaps of antioxidants. The reason for this is due to the phytochemicals that give plants their colour; each particular phytochemical brings with it a unique set of disease-busting chemicals – kind of like power rangers! Continue reading
My slow cooker was one of the best presents I received for my wedding. Although I’m aware this statement makes me sound a little old (and maybe a bit sad?) it’s the truth. Slow cookers are just amazing – you throw in a bunch of stuff, set the timer and when you come home at the end of the day you open the door to the smell of amazing food and lo and behold there’s a perfectly cooked dinner ready and waiting. It’s just so easy, but it also makes the food so delicious as it keeps in all the moisture and makes everything really tender. Continue reading
This recipe was inspired by a night of reminiscing (read: being made fun of) about my post-university culinary repertoire. My statement dish was a chicken stir fry. Actually, it was my only dish. I used to eat out A LOT, and when I didn’t, this was my go-to dinner.
It’s a good thing Mr H likes chicken, because it’s about all I could rustle up when we started going out six years ago (and if you ask him about my cooking back in the day he will MOST DEFINITELY tell you about the time I dropped a whole pot of white pepper into one such stir fry, attempted to scrape it off and then stubbornly refused to admit that it had rendered all the food inedible so proceeded to eat it to prove a point, red-faced and nose streaming). My mother will also tell you how uninterested I was in cooking despite her best efforts to show me a thing or two in the kitchen. Continue reading
As part of our honeymoon Mr H and I spent a week in Tokyo marvelling at everything the amazing city had to offer, getting extremely lost, sitting under cherry blossom trees, people watching for hours on end, but above all, eating. Tokyo has over 10,000 restaurants, ranging from tiny little ones with five seats in a dark alleyway to Michelin starred palaces with impeccable service. You name it, we tried it. The D&H mantra of ‘active avoidance’ certainly came into effect here, as we made sure to try everything once and not feel guilty about it so that we could go home with no foodie regrets.
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
OHMAGAWD. I have no kitchen. PANIC. That’s me when I was told that in order to have a lovely sparkly new kitchen fitted, it would mean living sans kitchen for a month. Originally I hadn’t given it much thought; ‘June will be warm, we can just eat salads’, I told myself (and a very unhappy looking Mr H). Well it turns out that you just can’t make those sort of assumptions in the UK, as I sit here now huddled in my dressing gown, listening to the wind and rain outside. Continue reading