Nigel Slater’s recipe for a delicious and flavourful pot-roast partridge in time for your Christmas lunch preparation.
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These are very easy truffles: no tempering chocolate; no rolling or filling; just some simple melting, mixing and pouring – your own little chocolate factory. This batch makes a lot, and will keep you in truffles for a couple of weeks or can be wrapped up and given as Christmas presents.
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Anja Dunk’s recipe for spiced rye and apple sauce cake is a delightful dessert perfect for the festive season.
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A recipe from the wonderful Nigel Slater for a delightful festive dish of mash and toasted, smoky vegetables. A warm, savoury dish to mild the winter chill this Christmas.
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In celebration of Nigel Slater’s Greenfeast: autumn, winter publishing this October, we asked some 4th Estate authors to write a few words about veg-minded living.
Bee Wilson, author of First Bite and The Way We Eat Now:
‘Nigel Slater has strong feelings about bowls, and he is not afraid to share them. Take porridge. Nigel has two wooden bowls made from ash, which he saves for his morning oats. ‘I feel like Goldilocks’, he writes, ‘even when they are used for a strawberry Bircher muesli’.
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In celebration of Nigel Slater’s Greenfeast: autumn, winter publishing this October, we asked some 4th Estate authors to write a few words about veg-minded living.
Lisa Appignanesi, author of Everyday Madness:
A Many Coloured Feast
‘Back in the mid-nineties, I lived around the corner from a street market in Paris. Most mornings, I’d head out early for a coffee. But well before the first pungent whiff had come my way, my eyes were startled wide open by the various stall holders’ displays of fruit and vegetables.
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In celebration of Nigel Slater’s Greenfeast: autumn, winter publishing this October, we asked some 4th Estate authors to write a few words about veg-minded living.
Lucy Wood, author of The Sing of the Shore:
‘Blackberries are my favourite autumn food. By the end of summer the hedges are starting to fill up and I watch them, waiting for when they’ll be ripe. It usually takes longer than I think. Finally, I take out an old ice-cream tub and go picking. If it’s sunny the berries will be warm. If it’s raining they’ll gleam like sweets. The hedges and lanes are a mixture of abundance and things dying back – the coppers of changing leaves, strings of red berries, the brittle stalks of cow parsley. Everything is quietening down. There’s a shift in pace. It always feels like the start of a new year.
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FREEDOMTIME. 1867
The black baby’s crying wormed and bloomed. It woke Rue by halves from her sleep so that through the first few strains of the sound she could not be sure when or where she was, but soon the feeble cry strengthened, like a desperate knocking at her front door, and she came all the way awake, and knew that she was needed, again.
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