For my last workshop of the current season we went out with a bang with a gorgeous Mediterranean menu, which we feasted on alfresco in equally gorgeous (long overdue) Mediterranean sunshine. Advertisements
Everyone knows about caviar. Some people get the chance to taste it once in a while. But for most of us, the tiny, glistening, gunmetal-grey beads are the ultimate luxury product, a glorious treat reserved for extraordinary occasions.
Time was when cava seemed condemned to live in champagne’s shadow. Frequently described as Spain’s answer to France’s famous bubbly (faint praise can be so damning), cava was perceived – sometimes even marketed — as a cheap alternative to champagne, a sort of generic, wannabe sparkler. But things have changed. Cava – at least as… Continue reading Cava – Taking A Fresh Look at Spain’s Sparkler
In many of France’s wine-growing regions, Whit Weekend (Pentecote in French, Pfingsten in German) is the moment when many of the smaller, independent wine growers sweep out courtyards and cellars, dust off trestle tables and benches and throw open the gates to the public. It’s time for the annual Pique-Nique chez le Vigneron. Loads of… Continue reading Pique-Nique chez le Vigneron, Whit Weekend
There’s only one thing wrong with Hanspeter Ziereisen’s wines: there’s just not enough of’em. After another delightful visit to the winery in Efringen-Kirchen (Baden, Germany) this week, we came away in high spirits – Hanspeter and Edeltraud are relaxed and generous hosts and tastings there are always a blast – but with the tiniest tinge… Continue reading The Trials & Tribulations of Ziereisen Wines
If you check in here occasionally, you’ll know I have a soft spot for tibits, the upmarket fast-food veggie restaurant with branches in Zurich, Bern, Winterthur and Basel, plus one in London. Probably you also know – maybe you already own – their cookbook tibits at home, up until now published only in German by AT… Continue reading tibits cookbook – now in English
Wild garlic is back in season. It catches me off guard every spring. Just a month ago there was no sign of it. In another month or so it will retreat beneath the ground, not to be seen again till next year. I rejoice at its reappearance, grab my basket, don my boots and set… Continue reading Bärlauch is Back