Chocolate-Orange Fennel Upside-Down Cake
Or: it’s not Terry’s, it’s MINE. You see the title of this blog? Well, it’s a bit out of date nowadays. It’s almost a source of shame to me: I live in a city so I don’t have a car. … Continue reading
Or: it’s not Terry’s, it’s MINE. You see the title of this blog? Well, it’s a bit out of date nowadays. It’s almost a source of shame to me: I live in a city so I don’t have a car. … Continue reading
As you walk around the Centro Storico of Catania, you may notice that many trattorie and restaurants have stone name plaques on their outside walls. The style is similar in each of them, with red and white colour schemes, but … Continue reading
You know when you walk around a place so much that you don’t see it? Well, until recently that had been the case in Catania for me. I say ‘until recently’ because it all changed when I moved into my … Continue reading
“Look!” cries Lucia. “It’s a biscostoria!” True enough, there are the legends and history of Sicily spelled out in biscuits, with Greek columns and mermaids and fish and crowns – it’s a lovely little piece of whimsy. Sabrina, the person … Continue reading
The flute trills the opening bars of The Chinese Dance and Clem, Lucia and I all start to shake with suppressed laughter. It’s just as well we’re in a private box and not the stalls. We’re at Teatro Bellini listening … Continue reading
“So have you seen the elephant’s erection?” asks my flatmate Lucia. I gape at her, wondering if I’ve misheard. “What?!” She cackles at my expression. “OK, I was sitting in a cafe one day and was messing about with my … Continue reading
” …with trepidation I take the bowl out of the fridge and carry it to the table, along with a plate and a spoon. I serve myself a large portion – as my grandpa always used to say, ‘if you’re … Continue reading
(Audio version) Once upon a time, back in the late 70s/early 80s, there was a little girl. This little girl had white-blonde hair, a mind of her own and a voracious appetite. She’d tried curry before she was a year … Continue reading
I’ve been messing about with SoundCloud and have recorded myself reading one of my posts from earlier this year, so those of you who’ve never heard my dulcet tones can have whatever illusions you might have been harbouring about my … Continue reading
There’s a burst of Portuguese behind my left shoulder. I turn with a regretful smile ready on my face and shake my head, shrugging an apology for my lack of understanding. The old man behind me grins, crinkling his weathered … Continue reading