KEEPING AN EYE ON ALL THINGS BRITALIAN
In season
What does June mean to you? ‘Hopefully the start of better weather!’ I hear my fellow English folk cry. For mamma Romeo it’s the start of the courgette season – as well as tending to the vegetables she’ll be looking out for the beautiful male flowers on her crop of summer squash. Like most things in Italy, they’re destined for the pot!
A whole meal that can be cooked in one dish is my kind of recipe. I happily developed this for Sainsbury’s Recipe Collection: One Pot. Packed full of fresh flavours, it makes for a deliciously light alternative to a full-on roast.
Mummy ‘E’ came over and helped Giuseppe with the garden – while I ‘slaved’ away in the kitchen in order to pay the workers with a tasty lunch.
Sssshh…they don’t need to know there wasn’t much to it.
KEEPING AN EYE ON ALL THINGS BRITALIAN
Sunshine food
A slower-paced, sunny weekend, made me think of holidays in Italy. Inspired, I sprang into action – English sunshine doesn’t hang around. Here are two ways to taste Italy quicker than you can say, ‘how long is it until our next holiday?’
Edible art: It’s the real deal!
Espresso Martini in Soho or afternoon tea in Park Lane (with compulsory touristy pics of Buckingham Palace)? You won’t find me saying no to either. But for the same price as two cocktails in London my mate Nic found a great Groupon deal: Chocoholics Afternoon Tea. We literally inhaled yummy open sandwiches, savoured endless cups of tea and marvelled over (and ate) designer cakes that sat on top of an artist’s palette made of chocolate. Set in the peaceful surrounds of the Hilton hotel – perfect for uninterrupted girlie catch-ups. All of this and one of the prettiest doggy bags I’ve ever seen!
KEEPING AN EYE ON ALL THINGS BRITALIAN
Take care!
Food & Arts Festival, The Medicine Garden, Cobham
A sunny day, friends, music, crafts, artisan cakes and pizza! What more could you want? Well a shorter queue for the pizza might have been nice but looking at that perfectly bubbled, charred, wood-fired pizza crust, I was prepared to wait. The English pair running the stall took the same care as any Italian I’ve seen making pizza.
‘We’re full’ said the empty restaurant.
Too drunk to draw. Hello masterpiece!
The Restaurant or The Artist? Let me know which one you prefer.
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