Recipes

Growing up in the 1980s, all you needed to make a bowl of tomato soup was a tin opener and a new whizz bang thing called a microwave. No self-respecting household was without a few cans of Heinz Cream of Tomato Soup lurking at the back of the…

I love tandoori chicken – it encompasses all the flavour of Indian food, but isn’t super spicy, so you can serve it to just about anyone without risking blowing their heads off.

The division of domestic responsibilities when we were children was pretty conventional. The kitchen was Mum’s domain and so Dad rarely cooked. But Mum’s appetite for feeding the family didn’t extend to weekends. Or to hot breakfasts. If Dad wanted homemade porridge, he had to make it himself.…

No cakes are more synonymous with my Mum than her London Buns. In all the time I have been eating them, I have never once seen a similar recipe with the same name, nor any association with London. To that end, my Mum’s London Buns are a bit…