CAKE

We all know cake is my nemesis – burnt tops, sunken middles, epic cooking times.. But it was my niece’s 4th birthday last week and she wanted a Rapunzel Cake. Apparently its now a Disney thing and the film’Tangled’ took our beloved Brother’s Grim story and made it popular with the current under 5’s (things…

Shorbat Adas

I love winter! Dark nights warmed by the fire, frost in the morning and big cosy jumpers. The drop in temperature is the perfect excuse to make some warming soup. For me, whenever I need something comforting I make Shorbat Adas – lentil soup. My father taught me how to make this. Traditionally made in…

The Good Guest

Is it OK to bake even if you fail? Is it the thought that counts? I seem to have more failures than successes when it comes to baking cakes. Friday was no exception! I’m going away for a week and despite his promises I know my husband won’t eat any of the vegetables in the…

All change

In August I decided to take a sabbatical from hospital medicine to find out what really makes me happy. The first month was full of panic and regret, days spend on the sofa mourning my loss of purpose, then as I recovered from what have been an exhausting two years as a junior doctor I…

Magloobi

One of the reasons I love my husband is when I offer him the choice between an English Sunday Roast and my attempt at recreating an Arabic Feast he chooses Arabic every time! This weekend I decided to make Magloobi. My fondest memory of this upside down dish is actually in London. My Amo (uncle…

The Big Knit

Or as I like to call it POD – project of doom. Last winter I found my dad sitting on the sofa in his living room shivering under a knitted blanket wearing a pair of knitted socks, a knitted jumper and a knitted hat. Ah yes, my parents, incapable of turning the heating on. Instead mother…

Auntie Wafa’s Mahmul

I’m half Arabic and although my mother is English she learnt how to cook from my tayta (grandmother) whilst living in Amman, Jordan for 10 years before moving back to London when she had me and my terrible older brothers. My mother brought Jordan to London and delighted us with home-cooked meals as we grew…