The Voluptuous Manifesto

It's entirely appropriate that, if you wanted to mark Bastille Day, you should do so with a good dinner. Better yet, that you...

The rain, having stayed away for most of the day, chose the very moment I stepped down form the bus and turned for home, to announce its...

There is nothing, but nothing, like lamb. There are plenty of wonderful meats out there – I’ve been known to enjoy one or two myself – but...

Cheese. In Hackney. Chosen so as not to upset Locog. I honestly wish that I could start feeling enthused about the forthcoming Olymp...

When I posted about Broadway Market the other day – it's past and, to a lessor degree, it's present, there were plenty of things I d...

Women buying olives on Broadway Market. This last two weeks have, apparently, been Love Your Local Market fortnight. As is entirely my n...

There they were; spotted suddenly, as though they’d appeared overnight; not seen before amid the leafiness. Small, yes; but tomatoes all...