British Chefs Table

Let me tell you, the first time I tasted proper hot and sour soup, I was in the back of a no-frills noodle bar in …

You know those days when all you want is something warm and golden in a bowl — but you also want to feel like a …

This is the soup you make when your bones feel cold and the sky’s been grey for too many days in a row. It’s not …

Some days just need soup. Not dainty little bowls, but proper, big-pot, deep-flavoured soup — the kind you ladle into chipped mugs and eat curled …

Some soups are just background noise — fine, warm, filling. And then some soups step forward and wrap their arms around you. This broccoli cheddar …

There’s something ancient and honest about chicken noodle soup. It’s the first thing I cook when someone’s ill, heartbroken, or just worn out from the …

It was raining sideways the first time I made this soup. You know the kind of day — grey, damp, where your jeans stay wet …

There’s something about roasted cauliflower that just smells like home. Not the loud, bustling kind of home with every cupboard open and the telly blaring …

There’s something wildly comforting about a bowl of onion soup bubbling away, filling the kitchen with that slow, savoury sweetness. For me, it brings back …

This one reminds me of a late September evening I spent in Sicily, sitting on a worn wooden stool by a crumbling harbour wall, watching …