Archive for January, 2018

  • FoodFrom4th: Nigel Slater’s
    hot-smoked fish and leek pie

    • Jan 23, 2018 •

    A fish pie, bulging at the seams like an overstuffed pillow, its filling full of herbs, cream and smoked fish oozing as it’s cut.

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  • FoodFrom4th: Anna Jones’
    Baked apple porridge with maple butter

    • Jan 19, 2018 • Tags: , ,

    The snap of cold that comes at the start of the year is perfect porridge weather. I’ve never understood those who eat it like clockwork, regardless of the temperature. I love the warmth of it on a cold day, a bowl in my hands like a morning hot-water bottle, the quick but nourishing time spent stirring at the stove a welcome interruption to the busy rush of the morning and a few minutes to let my mind wander at the start of the day.

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  • Cover reveal:
    Women by Chloe Caldwell

    • Jan 16, 2018 • Tags:

    ‘I have meditated repeatedly on what it was about Finn that had me so dismantled.’

    A young woman moves from the countryside to the city. Inexplicably, inexorably and immediately, she falls in love with another woman for the first time in her life.

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  • FoodFrom4th:
    Anna Jones’ cauliflower-topped
    Puy lentil pie

    • Jan 12, 2018 • Tags: , ,

    I made this pie after a bracing walk on a wintry Welsh beach, a long stretch of sand lined with pines on one side and tempting glistening sea on the other. Icy cold, we dipped our toes in then ran to the car. On the drive home I became fixated on pie and an hour or so later we were eating a comforting crust of mashed cauliflower on top of a rich lentil ragu, cooked until the lentils were almost soft. Its warmth spread all the way to our feet. I use cauliflower but you could also use potato or a mix of roots.

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  • Laline Paull introduces The Ice

    • Jan 11, 2018 •

    I first visited Svalbard in 2013, after forming the sudden conviction that I must see go to the Arctic and see the ice.  I certainly didn’t have a story in mind, but something was tugging at me to go and have a look.  Rubbernecking, maybe: see the ice while it’s still there.   Polar bears are all very well, but that wasn’t my focus.  I didn’t actually have one, which was relaxing.  I was supposed to be on holiday.

    The epiphany came when I was temporarily alone on deck – staring out at the peculiar beauty of a slow, semi-frozen satiny black sea full of huge white mosaic pieces of ice.  I heard singing.  Or rather, the sound of the ice bumping and creaking, I knew that was what it was – but I could also literally hear a strange a-tonal but very beautiful sound coming out of the water itself, as if the ice had a voice and was speaking to me in a tongue I had never heard.  I was enchanted as if in a wild fairytale, and very sad to have to turn back when the captain said we might risk being stuck if it moved in and locked around the ship.   It had a life, non-human and non-animal, but powerfully present.  And I felt it.

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