British Chefs Table

Look, I didn’t plan to cook anything special. It was one of those odd Christmas in-between days — too early for New Year’s, too late …

I wasn’t gonna cook tonight. Had one of those slumpy post-holiday afternoons — fridge full of random bits, brain empty, stomach mildly grumpy. You know …

I made this last night without meaning to. Honestly. I was just standing there, staring at a bag of half-broken fusilli ends and a vacuum …

It was one of those evenings where time felt fake. I’d blinked and it was 7:40pm, stomach growling, brain fried, and the idea of chopping …

You know when you’re standing in the kitchen, hungry but so close to giving up and ordering something silly like sushi at 9pm? That was …

I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. It was just one of those slower afternoons where you’ve done the laundry, the house is mostly in order, …

So this one happened because I opened the pantry, stared at a tin of sardines like it owed me money, and thought, “Fine. Let’s see …

I didn’t mean to fall in love with a pasta the colour of bubblegum—but here we are. I made this creamy beetroot pasta on a …

Alright, so this started as a “use what’s in the freezer” situation and turned into something I now crave inappropriately often. You know those moments …

There are meals you make to fill a hole. And then there are meals like this—pici cacio e pepe—that slow you down. That make people …