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My first encounter with pesto was not a success. It was 1993. I was a student with a recently acquired kitchen, a need to feed myself and an exceptionally useful Christmas present: Nigel Slater’s...
My first encounter with pesto was not a success. It was 1993. I was a student with a recently acquired kitchen, a need to feed myself and an exceptionally useful Christmas present: Nigel Slater’s...
A miserably wet Friday morning in Dublin with the Small Girl? Nothing for it but head straight for bakery and cafe Il Valentino on the Grand Canal. I’ve been looking for an excuse to visit...
Apple juice. It was apple juice. I was standing in front of a crowd of expectant faces at Harry’s Restaurant in Inishowen, just about to launch into a description of Helvick Gold, chosen to accompany...
Love food? A mild addiction to Twitter? An interest in meeting up with those people that you chat with online everyday? The next #MunsterFoodieTweetup will be taking place at the fantastic Cronin’s Pub in Crosshaven,...
Pop-up restaurants, underground supper clubs, shy chefs. Many different names for what is, basically, a meal in an unusual venue, taking place there for one night only – or over a limited time span. But the...
A night away is always a special thing. A night away when you have children (even if you have to bring the Small Girl, who still likes milk direct from Mama) and an ever-demanding...
I’ve come to the conclusion that nice hotels, in many ways, are wasted on me. Swimming pool and gym on site? I’m allergic to chlorine and have never darkened the doors of a gym....
Peace. That’s something that’s in short supply these days, especially when life includes a demanding active toddler, a hungry adorable baby, four cats, two hens and a brewery. Last Saturday, as I stood on a gently rocking...