IN AN IRISH STEW

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In the “old days” (say fifty years and before) farmers used to keep a proportion of the flocks of their sheep for several years. They would produce several lambs in this time. After which they would be killed and eaten as “Mutton” (any animal of more than one year qualifies for this definition). This was […]

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JUNE – Books for Cooks, Chicken Recipes and Eating Out in Limassol

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  These two books have been around for some years (both can be found in both new and good used condition on the Internet – but I bought mine from Moufflon Bookshop in Nicosia in the 1990s) They combine recipes, anecdote and commentary to an excellent degree. I love them both, browse them regularly and […]

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KEEPING THINGS SIMPLE

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Of the meals I remember most clearly, it is simple ones that I think of most fondly. The first “Steak Frites” I had in Paris. Barbouni, just landed from a fishing boat in Lebanon. The kebab “Mixtures” (lamb pieces, shish kebab, minced lamb skewers) prepared by the lady proprietor of Ttokos Kebab house, London. BBQ’d […]

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Maltings Musings

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  Older people are expected to grumble about things, so when you do find something to criticise “they” say: ‘There, I told you, he’s a miserable so-and-so’. This is a short preface to one or two less than favourable comments I have this month and to say that most of the time I am a […]

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March Issue…… Nigel Slater’s New Book….. One Pan Dinners…… and Stolen Chickens

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  BOOK REVIEW “A Year of Good Eating” Duck with Udon Noodles…Agnello Rapido….Lentils with Cous Cous… Roast Chicken with Lime and Mint…. A menu from a new international restaurant? Some of my dream dishes? No – just a few of 250+ recipes in a just-published volume of gorgeous grub. Read on. The British seem to […]

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MARROWS LARGE, MARROWS SMALL, MARROWS LIKE A CANNON BALL.

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Long ago and far away, newly married, on a glorious summer Sunday day,after attending a conference in the north of England my wife and drove south, homewards.  We had booked lunch in the countryside near Cambridge at a then famous small restaurantrun by a brilliant, but irascible Frenchman. After a simple but truly memorable meal […]

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