I have a great fondness for pickles — in sandwiches, on their own, with charcuterie, you name it.
I have even, on occasion, found myself standing in front of the fridge having woken up hungry at some ungodly hour of the night, snarfing down a fat dill pickle with slices of ham and cheese wrapped around it. (Yes, perhaps I have a problem.)
The topic had been on my mind recently, especially after a lovely chat I had with New York chef Wylie Dufresne on how to pickle just about everything.
The conversation made me think — what dishes would taste great with pickles in it? That’s when I thought about a tart Polish soup I came across a a while ago that had been on my mind.
So when Anne Marie over at Sandwich Surprise suggested pickles as the topic for our Let’s Lunch feast this month, it was a no-brainer. Polish pickle soup it was… Continue reading
The noodging began the moment I mentioned traveling to Cornwall for work.
“You must go to Jelberts.”
“It’s really the best ice-cream.”
“You have to go.”
All this coming from a man who has given very few foods the slightest compliment in the short time I’ve known him.
I’m not a big cold sweets person myself, but two things swayed me — Dorset Boy simply adores ice-cream. And, he spent chunks of his childhood in Cornwall, a fairly short walk from Jelberts, in fact.
So when I finally set foot in Cornwall, on this southernmost bit of England, I decided I had to see what the fuss was all about. Or, never hear the end of it …
Posted in Beach, British, England, Ice-Cream, So Good It Must Be Bad For You, Tales From the Road
Tagged Beach, Cadbury, Clotted Cream, Cornwall, England, Financial Times, Flake, Helen Glover, Ice-cream, Jelberts, Jim Glover, Newlyn, Olympics, Penzance, United Kingdom
It’s been a rough few weeks over here — between the stresses of packing up the lair for a move, wisdom teeth extractions and trying to squeeze in writing somewhere in there, I tell you, it’s all been enough to send a girl running out for fried chicken.
Which, it turned out, was not a bad idea.
Some chefs with rather tasty chops had just opened a new casual Southern restaurant near me in Brooklyn in July, after all. The specialty? Fried chicken …
Posted in American, Brooklyn, New York, Poultry, Restaurants, So Good It Must Be Bad For You, Southern
Tagged Fried Chicken, Sandwich, Southern food, Tater Tots, Vinegar, Wilma Jean
Choosing a favorite summer memory from my girlhood in Singapore can be difficult — since the country is right by the equator, it’s summer all year round.
Yes, that means all my childhood memories are summer ones.
But when Karen over at GeoFooding asked me to choose a favorite childhood food memory to write about for this month’s Let’s Lunch virtual lunchdate (which happens to be on Julia Childs’ birthday — happy birthday, Julia!), one dish instantly came to mind.
In fact the thought of it was so intense I almost felt I could taste it right there and then — my mother’s char bee hoon …
There’s a charming story about a lord near the tiny town of Peebles, located in the rolling hills of Midlothian, Scotland, right by the beautiful River Tweed.
When the conversation turned to Paris once, this lord recounted how a local woman once sniffed: “I’ve been to Paris and I’ve been to Peebles — give me Peebles for pleasure anytime.”
Which may have been why Dorset Boy chose to take me to Peebles on our very first Sunday drive. I’ve been to Paris, after all. Peebles, on the other hand — now this was virgin territory.
What was in store? A cozy little cafe named Coltman’s …
Posted in Bacon, Breakfast, British, Brunch, Restaurants, Scotland, Scottish, Tales From the Road
Tagged Black pudding, Breakfast, Brunch, Cafe, Delicatessen, Edinburgh, Eggs, Peebles, Sausage Roll, Scotland
Dorset Boy is a little particular about food, which I realize could be a problem.
As you may have guessed from this blog (and Tiger), I am a total food trollop. I will eat anything at least once — I constantly crave variety, the different, the new.
Potato – potahto, though. Plus, there seems to be some degree of curiosity about my food quirks. So when I learn that there is a Malaysian restaurant in Edinburgh — one that actually comes well-endorsed by the one Malaysian-Scot I’ve met in the city — he knows we have to go.
So one night, the ever-patient man allows me to drag him to Kampong Ah Lee …
Posted in Asian, Malaysian, Noodles, Scotland, Southeast Asian, Tales From the Road
Tagged Asian, Edinburgh, Kampong Ah Lee, Malaysian, Mee goreng, Noodles, Rendang, Scotland, Southeast Asian Food
I hadn’t been in Edinburgh for very long when I started to hear about Stockbridge.
This little neighborhood filled with quaint shops wedged together on narrow, cosy streets used to be a village — and still has that air about it.
It’s become recently fashionable, though — sort of the Greenwich Village of the city. And amid the buzzy cafes and shops popping up, I started to notice one in particular: The Raeburn.
Aside from reading about this new boutique hotel and restaurant, I knew there was something there when I happened to overhear a set of chic young Edinburgh professionals talking about it being the place to meet for after-work drinks these days.
So on a chilly spring evening, Dorset Boy and I bundled up and headed over …
Posted in British, Restaurants, Scotland, Scottish, Tales From the Road
Tagged Edinburgh, Locavore, New York Times, Posset, Restaurant, Review, Scotland, Scottish, Stockbridge, The Raeburn, Travel
Dorset Boy knows I need to see the sea.
I can’t possibly consider living in any city that’s not near a massive body of water. I’ve been spoiled, you see, growing up in Singapore, where a short bus ride in just about any direction would land me on a shore, looking out at a vast expanse of blue — ever the perfect spot for a good sit and a hard think.
So, on the first clear day in Scotland that a visit to the water seems possible, we pack into the car and head north.
I wonder aloud if we’re headed to Musselburgh, where I’ve heard there’s a terrific fishmonger whose fresh lobster and local catches have earned him a staunch following among regional cooks. I wonder if we’re headed to the Forth Bridge, an 1890 architectural wonder stretching 8,296 feet across the scenic Firth of Forth.
Dorset Boy has other plans, however. He simply says, “Fish and chips” …
Posted in Beach, Restaurants, Scotland, Scottish, Seafood, Tales From the Road
Tagged Fish, Fish and chips, Fishmonger, Port Seton, Prestonpans, Seafood, The Harbour Takeaway
It could be said that I’m something of a bacon butty obsessive.
I’m fairly new to this, mind you — in fact, I was a bacon butty virgin for many years. I’d been hearing and reading about British bacon sandwiches, a little frisson of excitement popping up whenever some hungry D.I. mentioned one in the British cop shows I adore. And yet in all that time, I’d never come across a place in New York or Singapore where I could find one. Sure, I could whip out some bacon and bread and make one — but what’s the fun in that?
One day, I thought, a bacon butty will cross my lips. (A girl can dream.)
Finally, on a sunny morning in Edinburgh, it happened …
Posted in Bacon, Breakfast, British, Comfort Food, Sandwich, Scotland
Tagged Bacon, Butty, Cafe, Coffee, Edinburgh, Morningside, Scotland, South African, Zulu Lounge
A few days into any visit to a city that’s not in Asia and the urge always strikes — I must have a bowl of noodles.
In Edinburgh, this proves slightly more challenging than in many other sizeable western cities — yes, the place is filled with cheap Chinese takeouts and Indian curry shops. But the Japanese, Chinese, Korean and Vietnamese noodle craze that has a firm hold in several metropolises appears to have bypassed this one altogether.
When I text this dilemma to an Asian food-loving friend in Edinburgh — the sweet and adorable Lauren of Asian Cajuns — she immediately replies: Vietnam House for pho.
Well that’s that then — pho it is …
Posted in Asian, Comfort Food, Noodles, Scotland, Soup, Tales From the Road, Vietnamese
Tagged Edinburgh, Noodles, Pho, Scotland, Soup, Vietnam House, Vietnamese