All posts tagged: anthropology of food

cauliflower steaks

Spice-Rubbed Cauliflower Steaks

Hello 2017 – and hello to all of you – sorry I’m horribly late. Everything’s gone by so quickly – Christmas, New Year, delicious food – and I’ve let them slip away because, with time, the thought of recording them all has become more and more tiresome. A job for a long afternoon of nothingness, and how often do those come about?   Anyway, I’m now on a train on my way home from London and I feel the urge to write. Not quite a long afternoon, but it’ll do. I know the middle of January is hardly the time for yearly reviews, but I do want to talk a bit about my 2016 (wow, doesn’t that seem a while ago?). Now contrary to popular opinion, I liked 2016. Political strife and numerous celebrity deaths aside, it was actually quite good, and without sounding too unbearable, I think I might have learned some important things. Here they are: 9-5 (who am I kidding – 9-6) jobs are, for the most part, intolerably shit. Well, in any case Read More

Laurie Colwin’s Bread

I didn’t mean to be gone for so long, promise. As always, must try harder. Anyway, let’s get to business – to the here and now: late November, deep frost, half-broken fairy lights, cup of tea resting on a pile of books, and a half-demolished panettone. That’s current-Alice in a nutshell. Nothing too exciting, but I’m still here – cooking, copywriting, reading, not reading enough, eating, studying, and counting down the days until I can listen to Christmas music without a tinge of guilt. So yes, the usual stuff. To be honest, before I sat down to write this evening, I realised that I don’t really have anything interesting to tell you. Or at least there’s no photographic evidence of the interesting things. It turns out that my most recent photos are a) not at all recent and b) mostly of vaguely aesthetically pleasing things I’ve noticed around the house. And importantly, none of them (bar the ones you can see in this post) are of food. A sorry state of affairs. This problem, I’ve decided, might be Read More

10 July

There was a night, a couple of months ago, when Dom and I were talking about the logistics of him taking a job in the East Midlands. We really didn’t know how it was going to work – commuting to my job in London would cost more than rent; and I doubted I’d ever find creative work in the wilds of Northamptonshire. It was a real pickle. But then I had an idea: I’d spend the year studying for a masters and start a copywriting business to fund it all. I’d commute into London a couple of times a week for uni, and spend the rest of the time working from home. It was one of those plans that seemed deceptively simple – and if I’m honest, it still does. Fast forward a few weeks, and you’ll find two people sitting on camp chairs in an empty living room, a little pile of foil takeaway containers at their feet. There are fairy lights and a record player, and housewarming champagne, but that’s all. Outside it’s quiet. So blissfully, blissfully quiet. I’ve rarely felt as young, or Read More