The Midnight Baker

There is a particular kind of silence that descends on a bakery at two in the morning.

Eating the Ugly

The courgette was twisted, a little pale at one end, and roughly the shape of a question mark.

Salt of the Earth: Britain's Ancient Sea Salt Revival

Stand at the edge of the Blackwater Estuary in Essex at low tide and you are standing inside one of England's oldest food stories. The Romans harvested salt here.

The Fermented Kitchen

There is, on the second shelf of a fridge in a flat in Edinburgh, a jar of something that has been alive for four months. It smells faintly of vinegar and something earthier, more complex.

The Lost Art of the Long Lunch

In Lyon, France's self-declared gastronomic capital, there is a word for the kind of restaurant that serves lunch and nothing else, opens at noon and closes when the last table has finally...

Fire and Memory

The French, of course, never required a productivity argument. They simply understood that eating well, eating slowly and eating together are among the better uses of a Tuesday afternoon.