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What To Do If You’re Born On Valentine’s Day

San Francisco Chronicle
Table for eight, please…
Having the unfortunate blessing of being born on Valentine’s Day, I’ve spent most of my birthdays awkwardly sharing heart-shaped desserts with my parents in candlelit restaurants packed with murmuring couples, despite my desire to hole up, order in pizza and call it a night. “You must be the Brickman party,” the maitre d’ would inevitably sniff as we walked in, sizing up the four or six of us – depending on whether or not my sister and I brought dates – before leading us to a hidden table in the back. This year, I have my first real shot at a two-person dinner. My family is back in New York, and as is the case most years, all my friends are either paired off and have booked romantic dinners or are single and plan to spend the night sadistically watching “The Bachelor” with a bottle of vodka.
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Strawberry Vodka Shows Her You Care

Kavey Eats
Sometimes oysters don’t work quickly enough
Last summer we went strawberry picking. I enjoyed it so much I ended up with far too many strawberries. Some we ate fresh, of course – with and without cream. I made a lot into strawberry jam (though it didn’t set so I have several jars of what I’m calling strawberry sauce for ice-cream!). And some went into strawberry ice-cream. The rest I decided to make into strawberry vodka, having been inspired by friends’ efforts.
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Meet The New York Cow Girls

New York Post
Surely a “meat bag” would go nicely with my skin-ny jeans and pork pie hat
Forget about plunking down thousands of dollars and putting your name on a yearlong waiting list — to score New York’s latest “it” bag, you’re encouraged to eat the cow it comes from first. Sold exclusively at the Williamsburg restaurant Marlow & Sons, Breton tote bags boast supple leather and a price tag that ranges from $300 to $400. But buying one isn’t so easy. “We are keeping it really small, and for our customers at the restaurant who have eaten those animals,” Breton designer Kate Huling, 32, wrote in an e-mail about the small production of her new line.
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The Men Who Ate The World

Evening Standard
Simon English brings a subject which we’d all rather ignore because life’s just too short…to life.
Two years ago there was a Christmas lunch in one of those trendy boutique hotels near Smithfield Market, a gathering of traders and others of ill repute with a collective urge to behave badly. The hedge fund guy sitting beside me was asked about his next plan for global domination. He’d done houses and gold – what was the new new thing? “Food,” he said between mouthfuls of lobster. “We’re piling into food. Weather’s getting weird, so there’ll be crop failures. There won’t be enough to go around.” His words turned out to be prophetic. Last week world food prices surged to a peak for the seventh month running, according to the United Nations. The bets were placed a while ago. Now it’s collection time.
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“From an evolutionary-biology point of view, food allergy makes no sense at all”

The New Yorker
Are modern parents who restrict foods like peanuts from their childrens’ diets creating problems for themselves?
Dr. Hugh Sampson, the director of the Jae Food Allergy Institute at Mount Sinai Medical Center in New York and Dr. Scott Sicherer, a paediatric allergist who is also at Mount Sinai, have conducted extensive studies throughout the United States that show that the rate of allergy is rising sharply. Sampson estimates that three to five per cent of the population is allergic to milk, eggs, peanuts, tree nuts, or seafood. This increase in the incidence of food allergy is real, Sampson said. He cannot say what is causing the increase, but he now thinks the conventional approach to preventing food allergies is misconceived. For most of his career, he believed, like most allergists, that children are far less likely to become allergic to problematic foods if they are not exposed to them as infants. But now Sampson and other specialists believe that early exposure may actually help prevent food allergies.
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Sour Taste Of A Mother’s Love

Under The High Chair
Love is bitter sweet, particularly when served as a pizza topping
I’ve had it up to here with Valentine’s blather and there’s still a few days to go before it ends. Enough with the sugar (I know, you never thought you’d hear me say that, right?), the chocolate, and the red food coloring saturated sweets.It’s such a silly Hallmark holiday. Every day is Valentine’s around here (go ahead and groan all you like) and I’ve got three sweethearts that I bake for regardless of the calendar date.So, here, a very un-valentine recipe for you. Pickled onions are pink of natural causes as the skin from the red onion bleeds into the brine. So skip the red food coloring and sugar this year, and instead create a naturally pink condiment that will make him pucker.Quick-Pickled Red Onions with Cumin I made these for a garnish over a warm smoked salmon ‘pizza’. We since found out that they are pretty tasty on much, much more.Good thing they’re quick to make.
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Big Fish In Small Herne Bay Pond

The Greasy Spoon
We’ve just discovered a little gem of a fish restaurant, or rather our old friend, Mr Nicholas Good, did- as we were recently invited there to celebrate his birthday. It’s a tiny place in Herne Bay. It’s called Le Petit Poisson. Herne Bay is a windswept, kiss-me-quick seaside resort on the North Kent coast; about an hour and a half’s drive down from London. It faces North- looking out over the bit where the English Channel intersects with the Thames Estuary, before it hits the North Sea. The sea is grey, as you can imagine. And cold. And wet. Whitstable lies just along the coast, and has recently become fashionable, the one-time haunt of the Hammer Horror star Peter Cushing, but now providing weekend entertainment for the likes of Robert Elms and the fashionistas of London’s East End.
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Review Of The Dinner Reviews

Hot Dinners
Almost a perfect score for ‘Dinner’ from critics. Looks like Heston’s won this round.
Blumenthal’s first London restaurant has 140 covers, serving lunch, dinner and afternoon tea. Ashley Palmer-Watts who’s been at the Fat Duck for nine years is head chef. Promised by Blumenthal to be an “upmarket bistro” featuring “historic British-influenced dishes” there will also be the chance to book private dining rooms to enjoy your own feast in the style of Heston’s Channel 4 shows.
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Major Street Food Probe After Tourist’s Toxic Seaweed Death

Chef Sandwich
A quick update on my last blog about the tragic death of New Zealand backpacker Sarah Carter, who died after eating toxic seaweed at a street food stall in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Health officials are launching a full-scale investigation of food outlets in the city’s famous Night Bazaar, where Sarah, 23, (pictured centre) and her two friends Amanda Eliason, 24, (left) and Emma Langlands, 23, (right) ate. Amanda, who also ate the seaweed, had emergency heart surgery and is now believed to be out of danger. Emma, who ordered a different meal from the stall, suffered food poisoning but is not seriously ill.
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Cooper Brown: Dinner with Bercow

The Independent
News just in: meat free might make slightly poorly or perhaps that’s just the mead
It’s showtime – the Hollywood A-lister is coming round tonight and I’m still hung over from an amazing night out with Sally Bercow – the new Tory pin-up. She sure is an amazing gal. She likes shorter men – her husband, the Speaker of the House of Commons, is even shorter than the Coop. She is clearly a woman of exceptional taste as well as beauty. I took her to the new Heston Blumenthal restaurant – Dinner – as I know the PR woman and jumped the six month waiting list. Best thing we had was the ‘meat fruit’ and getting her to admit that she quite fancied George Osborne. Personally, I think he looks like some pasty-faced health hazard, but power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, unlike meat fruit, which seems to me to be the ultimate diarrhetic
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