Despite having moved to London in August, I feel like I’ve
hardly seen the city. This is down to a combination of factors; I’ve been
working on my PhD (an alarming truth), I’ve been tired (thanks a lot,
underactive thyroid) and like most PhD students I’ve been paranoid that going
out and doing something for an afternoon makes me a bad person who is doomed to
fail. But one Sunday morning, rather than sitting slumped in front of my laptop
madly planning my research schedule in different coloured pens (and not
actually achieving anything, of course), I went outside, crossed the river,
hit up the Tate Modern, then walked to Borough Market.
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Sunday, 19 February 2017
Sunday, 26 June 2016
Spicy Fried Okra
About a year ago, I read about a little bar not too far from
Leeds train station, called Bundobust, which served small Indian nibbly dishes.
As part of our ongoing, but interrupted, culinary-veggie tour of Yorkshire
eateries, I went to check out the place with my friend Caroline. Though we did
that awkward thing of one of us waiting inside the restaurant, the other one
waiting outside, when we finally found each other, we found that Bundobust served up some pretty good stuff, from pots
of creamy black lentil dhal and rice, to the more interesting bundo chaat, a
combination of samosa pastry, chickpeas, potato and relish. But the star was
their okra fries, thin and crispy, in a chickpea batter, dusted with salt and
mango powder.
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Red Lentil Dahl
Everyone has at least one emergency recipe in their arsenal,
even if it’s just frozen chips with cheese. When the cupboards are bare and
it’s lunchtime, this is the one that I fall back on time and time again. It’s
based on a recipe I saw a few years back in The
Guardian by Yotam Ottolenghi (before he was famous, yeah?). Lots of budget
foodstuffs like pigs ears and oxtails have recently been picked up by celebrity chefs
and so thrown off their uncool reputations. Lentils, on the other hand, still bring
to mind images of dingy 1970s bedsits and hippies. I’m not going to fight for
their cause but I do always have some in the cupboard and they taste great in
spicy soups or as sloppy rainy day meals like this! I make this recipe by
memory and according to what doesn’t have a thin layer of mould on it in the
fridge; the results are always slightly different but still tasty.
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