Italian in a French mountain resort, and food that protects your butt on the slopes 

Whenever family Tiger travel to a French-speaking holiday resort, be it Corsica last summer, Cavalier on the southern French coast where Tiger Tom used to own an apartment by the sea, or the cute little mountain village of Valberg, where we’ve taken to going skiing in the winter months, it always feels as though vegetables… Continue reading Italian in a French mountain resort, and food that protects your butt on the slopes 

Grain-free raspberry pancakes for breakfast

I’ve long ago given up on trying to be too clever about breakfasts. Life’s too short, and I’m normally in too much of a rush. If I’m lucky, the kids will eat something from each food group – normally Oatabix or nukruwaved porridge, made with, if I’ve been organised and bought it from Broadway Market,… Continue reading Grain-free raspberry pancakes for breakfast

Vu Viet, Victoria Park Village

We’ve been going to Vu Viet since it was Namo’s, and owned by parents at the local school. Back then, it was the highlight of the tap end of the village, tucked away to the right of the roundabout we once overlooked from our flat at the heart of the rapidly gentrifying Lauriston Road. Namos… Continue reading Vu Viet, Victoria Park Village

When in doubt, bake bread

Generally, I’m a bit of a carbophobe. I lose weight when I avoid wheat, and constantly wonder whether I might not be a little bit gluten intolerant. But when you have kids, and especially when you’re not working, it’s much easier to see why bread is such a staple part of the western diet. It’s… Continue reading When in doubt, bake bread