The devil makes work for idle hands. That’s what they tell me. I don’t believe in the devil, or God, or angels, or ghosts or even the Bee Gees. I..
Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends. Or share his bourbon cured bacon. Because here’s the thing; once you let..
The aim of visiting Lyon was to eat; let’s make no bones about it. I went equipped with a list of dishes that I had to eat at least once. It included..
It happened by accident. I was cleaning out the boiler after a brew, and next to me was a pile of freshly smoked bacon waiting to be vaccuum packed. For a..
I have a recipe for a rather nice Vietnamese salad, which uses pig’s ears. This has given rise to a little joke I have with the man who runs the meat..
Okay, it didn’t start with a kiss. Or did it? Did kissing Lorraine, the butcher’s daughter, start me down this strange and twisted path? Maybe not!..
I’ve eaten a lot of stuff all over the world, but for me the best food, the food I feel most at home with, is Vietnamese. Unless you visit Viet Nam, or..