Thai Chicken Burgers with THE SECOND BEST SLAW – A Table For One

I didn’t waste any time at all and jumped straight into Eat. Live. Go. with Thai Chicken Burgers with Coriander Slaw. First thing I’ll say, this recipe is radically easier if you have a food processor that’s bigger than a thimble, hand mincing chicken is not a fun Monday evening task. Ultimately though, it was…

New to the book shelf

Cooking for one is considerably less fun. Nobody is there to mock my onion tears, nobody complains about the amount of kitchen utensils I use for the simplest of dishes, nobody calms me down when I have a mid-bake breakdown. There’s just me. And the Kardashians but they don’t tend to notice what I’m doing. …

Time to save the date – Behind The Bride

Last week we received a Save The Date for a wedding 14 months after our own. Are we really late in getting these out? Or is my fellow bride just more excited than me? Probably.  Every wedding magazine has a wedding timeline with everything you need to get done, you can almost hear the impatient…

Behind the Bride – Introduction

Three and a bit months ago Tall Hungry One made the monumental decision to buy a pricey piece of jewellery, have a serious chat with my Dad, cover our balcony in candles and lights, and ask me the most important question a man could ask apart from “poached eggs or scrambled?” Since then our calendars…

Hangover Fuel – A Table (/Bed) For One

Today I am crawling through life.  Hangover has hit me hard, like a train filled with nausea, headaches, sleepiness and sheer grottiness.  This morning I clunked around the kitchen searching for something (a frozen pizza perhaps) to cure me.  Instead I found eggs, cheese and leftover olivey-herby-mushroomy grains. So I improvised a little.  Cue a…

Asparagus Carbonara – A (different) table for two

Last week I hopped across to my parent’s house to cook for my not-so-culinary-skilled father, mum was banished to the spare room to battle the dreaded mid-season flu and warned not to surface until she was given the all clear. So I did my offspring duty and fed my father.  Dinner has always been important…

Cracking Korma – A Yogurt Free Indian Night

On Friday Tall Hungry One and I introduced a new member to our small family, a Hungarian Vizsla puppy named Duke.  We drove two and a half hours to pick up this ginger, whirlwind of energy and teeth on a wedding induced hangover supported by coffee and pure adrenaline. For 24 hours he slept, he…

A Banging Bake – Lazy Eats

I’ve just driven the length of the entire country, traversing our lush land across miserable motorways on the hottest day of the year (so far).  As you can tell, I took the four and a half hour drive in my stride. After consuming three bags too many Wine Gums and a service station pot of…

Korean Treats – Friday Feasts

Tall Hungry One arrived home today after two weeks away, unfortunately my train was seriously delayed and someone had forgotten the keys so by the time we got inside the romantic reunion was somewhat fraught. Straight to the gin cupboard.  Peace restored. Following on from our Mexican Fiesta a few weeks ago I decided to take…

Spicy Noodle Soup – A Table For One

I have been battling a cold lately that just won’t budge.  It knocked me under the duvet for two days last week and has been threatening to make a reappearance all week.  So far mental strength and Lemsip has kept it at bay.  But tonight food was the medicine of choice. Five weeks after I…

Sushi Bowl – A Table For One

There are two things I miss most about my life in London: the prevalence of spin classes with dark lighting, loud music and an overly excited instructor screaming at you to “PUSH IT” whilst you are being deafened by Beyoncé, put to shame by the girl who is always front row and convincing yourself you were born…

Quick bite – quick read

We needed a speedy lunch for our Lake District adventure last week.  So we grabbed 3 chicken breasts, a bowl and a collection of herbs, spices and oils.  Then added a dash of tequila and vodka, and left overnight to soak everything up. Shlurp. Friday morning we griddled the breasts turning regularly to minimise any…