Revenge of the Killer Tomato
I’ve survived raw and ready steak tartare, reheated animal parts floating in jars and dismembered amphibeans.
But the tomato has floored me.
I’ve survived raw and ready steak tartare, reheated animal parts floating in jars and dismembered amphibeans.
But the tomato has floored me.
France does not claim steak tartare as its own…
Southwest France proclaims itself as the family home of cassoulet, even if the towns bicker over who thought of it first like relatives at Christmas.
Its peaks reach up to 3000 metres and waterfall jets breed across its splintered surfaces, forming rainbow haloes against the snow.
Andalucia has embraced the tomato and created a dish that’s perfect for its parched plains.
Gazpacho, like pizza, had humble beginnings
As the sleek shinkansen train slid into Hiroshima station, I admit I felt nervous. Yet for all the studies and reports, I was still unprepared for what I saw.
This is going to sound pompous, but travel really does teach you as much about your home country as it does the places you visit. I’d already realised …
During the blur that was moving house, crossing Portugal, Spain, France, Wales, England and back again, Heather from Heather On Her Travels awarded me a One Lovely Blog Award. Just the travelling tonic I was after. Now that I’ve had the chance to catch my breath, and – crucially – fix the air-conditioning in this [...]