Fusion or confusion?


I may have mentioned before how irritating I find the modern-day obsession with the portmanteau – the ugly, lazy shunting together of two words to create a new condensed car-crash term. I’ve had it up to here with mansplaining, flopaganda, staycations, bromances and – the worst of them all – Brexit. Enough already.

But the same thing is happening with food. Sparked by the success of the cronut in 2013 – a croissant-doughnut hybrid – we appear to have developed a slightly unhinged fixation with Frankenstein foods – the forcing together of (often random) ingredients to create something that is supposedly (but rarely) greater than the sum of its parts. So we have the wonut, the duffin, the brookie and the cruffin (you can work them out for yourself). We have burgers that instead of brioche buns are encased in ramen noodles or sushi rice, we have hotdogs sheathed in those revolting American Twinkie buns, we have jerk chicken potstickers, we have sushi burritos, we even have tofu edamame falafel tacos. What the actual?

I’m all for a bit of fusion cookery. After all, it’s been happening for centuries and it’s how recipes evolve. Done well, it can result in all manner of yum. Give me a bowl of barley risotto or a bânh mi (French baguette, Vietnamese salad) and I’m a happy bunny. Hell, I’ll even give a curried shepherd’s pie a run out. Indeed, one of the best desserts I’ve ever eaten was Honey & Co’s cheesecake made with feta on a bed of shredded Middle Eastern kadaif pastry.

But it seems foodie hipsters the world over are tripping over their beards to come up with ever whackier food combos in the hope of sparking a new craze. It’s all a bit try-hard. And while monsters are being created, little heed is being paid to good taste, which after all, is the thing that really matters. Carbonara spaghetti doughnut anyone?

Spaghetti doughnuts: be afraid, be very afraid Pic: POPSUGAR

Caponata with burrata and garlic bruschetta

Here is a fusion dish that makes perfect sense: a mash up between a French ratatouille and a Sicilian caponata, because while I love the sweet-sour notes of a traditional aubergine-based caponata, I like the variety of veg used in a ratatouille. Judge me if you will, but at least I haven’t renamed it craponata or tried to shape it into a doughnut.

Serves 4

  • about 4 tbsp olive oil
  • 1 medium aubergine, diced into 2cm pieces
  • 1 red pepper, diced into 1cm pieces
  • 1 large courgette, diced as above
  • 2 sticks celery, diced as above
  • 1 onion, finely diced
  • 2 cloves garlic, crushed
  • 1 red chilli, finely chopped (optional)
  • 1 tin plum tomatoes
  • 1 tbsp capers (rinsed if in salt)
  • 1 tbsp red wine vinegar
  • 1/2-1 tbsp sugar (to taste)
  • handful of toasted pine nuts
  • a few basil leaves
  • salt and pepper
  • 4 slices sourdough, griddled or grilled, brushed with olive oil, then rubbed with the cut side of a clove of garlic
  • 4 balls of burrata
  1. Heat two frying pans and add half the oil to each. In one gently fry the onion, celery and red pepper for 10 minutes until softened. Then add the courgette and chopped chilli and fry for another five minutes before adding the garlic and frying for a further minute. In the other pan, fry the aubergine more vigorously until golden brown all over and softened. When cooked, stir the aubergine into the other pan of vegetables.
  2. Pour in the tomatoes and break up with a fork or potato masher, then fill the tomato can half up with water and pour into the pan. Bring to the boil, reduce the heat and simmer for about 15 minutes until thickened.
  3. Add the capers, sugar and vinegar with a good pinch of salt and grinding of black pepper. Taste and add more salt, sugar or vinegar as required. It should be fairly sweet with an acid tang from the capers and vinegar.
  4. Serve on toasted sourdough (don’t forget to rub on that garlic – it makes all the difference), with a ball of burrata per person (or half if you’re being mean virtuous), drizzle over a little extra virgin olive oil and scatter over the pine nuts and torn basil leaves.IMG_3553

Normal service will resume shortly


It’s been a while. The truth is it’s hard to know what to write when there’s so much shit going on in the real world. It seems a bit trite – distasteful even – to write light-heartedly about anything, let alone last night’s dinner, when the news is relentlessly awful. I know we Brits are supposed to keep calm and carry on and make jokes about cups of tea, but I don’t think there is anything wrong in sometimes admitting that you are sad, angry, scared even, or that there are simply no words.

The writer’s block hasn’t been helped by this week’s heatwave (I’m a Brit, I WILL talk about the weather). The only juices flowing in this house were pink in colour, served in large glasses with extra ice – and no, I’m not talking about cranberry. Yes, I could have told you all about my recent success with a slow roast shoulder of lamb or the Spanish-style pork belly I roasted with paprika and fennel, but we all know that would have been a complete waste of my and your time. No one was going anywhere near an oven this week.

So I am working on getting my mojo back, but in the meantime, here’s what I had for lunch today. It was very nice. A happy and peaceful weekend to you all.

Roasted root and goats cheese frittata


A great way to use up leftover veg, and very quick to boot.

Serves 2

  • 4 large eggs
  • knob of butter
  • 6 sages leaves, finely shredded
  • 200g leftover roasted root veg; I used sweet potatoes and beetroot, but parsnip, carrot, fennel and/or onion would all work well
  • 50g hard goats cheese (but soft would be OK if that’s all you can get hold of)
  • salt and pepper
  1. Whisk the eggs with a pinch of salt and a generous grinding of black pepper. Stir in the sage.
  2. Heat the butter in a small frying pan (22cms diameter – if you only have a bigger pan you’ll need to double the quantities) then add 3/4 of the egg mixture and sloosh around until it begins to set on the bottom and around the sides of the pan.
  3. Scatter in the veg then pour over the remaining egg mixture. Scatter over cubes of goats cheese then place the pan under a hot grill until the eggs are set and the cheese is golden. Served here with this beetroot, yogurt and walnut salad and dressed rocket leaves.








Three short words


Deep. Fried. Cheese. Mmmmm, what’s not to love? Yes, it may be the savoury equivalent of a deep fried Mars Bar, but who cares? Not me for one.

This recipe is a mash up between the fried Monte Enebro goats cheese served at Tapas Brindisa at London’s Borough Market and a baked goats cheese dish I had recently at a cool little tapas bar (Mó de Cima) in the relatively undiscovered town of Fuseta in Portugal’s Algarve.

It looks quite cheffy but is actually a doddle to make, so would be good for a dinner party starter or with a salad for lunch with the girls (or the guys for that matter)… or just when you need cheering up, which I suspect we all do this week.

Deep fried goats cheese with beetroot crisps, pickled pear, walnuts and honey


Serves 2

  • 125g goats cheese (I used a round of chevre but Monte Enebro is delicious if you can find it), sliced into two
  • 1 tbsp plain flour
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • oil for frying
  • 1 raw beetroot, peeled and sliced as thin as you can (use a mandolin if you have one)
  • 1 pear, peeled and sliced into 1mm thick rounds
  • 3 tsp cider vinegar
  • 2 tsp runny honey
  • 1 tsp orange blossom water (optional)
  • 2 tbsp water
  • salt
  • couple of sprigs of thyme
  • small handful of good quality walnuts, broken into pieces
  • Sourdough or rye bread
  1. Combine the vinegar, honey, orange blossom water, water, a pinch of salt and a sprig of thyme in a small pan and bring to a simmer. Poach the pear slices in the pickling liquid until softened but not mushy – a few minutes. Turn off the heat and leave the pears to cool in the liquid.
  2. In a medium saucepan, heat about 2cm of oil over a medium/high heat. Test for readiness by dipping the handle of a wooden spoon into the oil – if bubbles appear around it, you’re good to go.
  3. Fry the slices of beetroot until crisp (in batches if necessary), remove and drain on kitchen towel and sprinkle with a little salt.
  4. Dip the pieces of goats cheese first in the flour and then in the egg, and using the same oil, deep fry for a couple of minutes on each side until golden brown, one at a time if necessary. Remove and drain on kitchen towel.
  5. Cut your bread into roughly the same shape and size as your cheese and toast or griddle, then brush on one side some of the pickling liquid. Pop the goats cheese on top and arrange on a plate with some beetroot crisps and slices of pear. Scatter over some walnut pieces and a few thyme leaves.
  6. Bring the remaining pickling liquid to the boil and reduce to a loose syrup, then drizzle this over the goats cheese and around the plate.



Cheers Phil


While there has been an outpouring of affection for Prince Philip following the announcement that he is standing down from public duty, I have found myself cursing the old consort (and I may not have used that word exactly). The cause of my temper is not the Duke himself (although I don’t find the man or his litany of ‘gaffes’ particularly endearing) but rather the awards scheme to which he lends his name.

You see, the Teen is just about to complete the bronze level Duke of Edinburgh award which culminates in two short hiking expeditions in the wilds of Britain (or in his case, a couple of miles south of the M25). It’s supposed to be character-building, giving our youngsters the opportunity to act and think independently, to demonstrate a level of maturity, responsibility and grit.

So when the Teen received his kit list (so comprehensive it would serve him well for a month on Bear Grylls’ Island never mind 24 hours in the South Downs) did he seize the initiative, bounding like an eager puppy to the nearest branch of Millets to stock up on duct tape and hiking socks, with a short diversion to Sainsbury’s to pick up Pot Noodles on the way home?

No, of course not.

Like the pampered pooch that he is, he handed the list straight to me, with all but two days to go, instructing me that I had to buy EVERYTHING on it lest he fail, oh and could I get some pasta with a stir-in sauce (NOT Dolmio), some crispy bacon and a pack of biscuits while I’m at it, tailing off with ‘what even is a Brillo pad, mum?’

So by day I have been frantically scouring South London’s outdoor retailers and hardware stores for a new wardrobe made entirely of nylon, a head torch, a first aid kit that would make a St John’s ambulanceman swoon and, very specifically, a triangular bandage with the dimensions 90cm by 127cm. By night, I have lain awake, troubled by such questions as, ‘how long can a human survive solely on custard creams and beef jerky?’, ‘do people still use Brillo pads?’ and ‘I wonder if Ocado stocks Kendall Mint Cake?’

And as I stare at the pile of rancid clothing he’s dumped by the machine on his return, the boots that have half of England caked on their soles and the mud ground into the hallway carpet, I have but one thought. It might be our teens who must endure the lengthy treks, the British weather, the tent building and – the horror – a weekend without access to a screen, but it’s us mums who deserve a medal.

Chicken shawarma with chickpea mejadra


Despite consuming a gazillion calories from all the crisps, chocolate bars and biscuits he managed to find space for in his rucksack, the Teen returned from his first trek absolutely ravenous. He’s off on his second expedition later today, so last night I made this, his current favourite supper, so he could fill his hiking boots as it were.

The recipe for the chicken is adapted from Berber & Q which owns the brilliant Shawarma Bar in Clerkenwell’s Exmouth Market. You will need a griddle pan or a barbecue but it’s worth the effort because it is absolutely delicious – just make sure you have a teen on hand, armed with a couple of Brillo pads, to help with the washing up.

The mejadra, a Middle Eastern dish of rice, lentils and onion is based on a recipe in Jerusalem by Ottolenghi/Tamimi. I didn’t have any lentils but the chickpeas worked just as well.

Serves 4

For the chicken

  • 4 large boneless, skin-on chicken breasts, 8 thighs or 1 whole chicken jointed
  • 100g natural yogurt
  • 2 tbsp olive oil
  • juice and zest of 1 lemon
  • 1 clove garlic crushed
  • 1 level tsp each of paprika, ground cumin, ground coriander and cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp each of sumac and cayenne
  • 1/4 tsp each of ground cardamon, allspice, ground nutmeg and ground clove
  • 1 tsp salt

For the tahini sauce

  • 1 tbsp natural yogurt
  • 1 tbsp tahini
  • juice of 1/2 a lemon
  • 1/4 – 1/2 clove of garlic, crushed
  • salt
  • cold water

To serve: pomegranate seeds; toasted pine nuts, pistachios or flaked almonds; chopped mint, coriander or parsley.

  1. Mix all the ingredients for the marinade together in a large bowl then add the chicken, stir to coat thoroughly, cover and marinate for at least four hours (overnight would be even better).
  2. Stir together the tahini sauce ingredients then add enough water to produce a consistency of thick double cream.
  3. Preheat the oven to 200°C (fan). Heat a griddle pan over a high flame (or fire up your bbq) and cook the chicken – in batches if necessary – skin side down for about four minutes until golden with discernible char marks. Turn over and cook for another couple of minutes then remove to a baking tray. Bake in the oven for 10-15 minutes more, until the chicken is cooked through.
  4. To serve, drizzle over the sauce and scatter on nuts, pomegranate seeds and chopped fresh herbs.

For the mejadra

I’ve used cup measurements for the rice and water as I find this easier and as long as your ratio is two parts rice to three parts cold water, your rice will always be fluffy.

  • 2-3 red onions, finely sliced
  • 2 tbsp plain flour
  • 1\2 tsp salt
  • flavourless oil for deep frying
  • generous knob of butter
  • 1 cup basmati rice
  • 200g cooked chickpeas
  • 1.5 cups cold water
  • 1 tsp cumin seeds
  • 1 tsp coriander seeds
  • 1 level tsp ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 tsp ground turmeric
  • 1/2 tsp ground allspice
  • pinch of sugar
  • salt and pepper
  1. Toss the sliced onions in the flour and salt and deep fry in batches in an inch of oil in a medium saucepan until golden brown and crisp (about 6 minutes). Drain on kitchen towel and sprinkle over a little more salt. Set to one side.
  2. Discard the oil, wipe out the pan and add the butter. Fry the cumin and coriander seeds for a minute then add the rice, the rest of the spices, the sugar and seasoning and give it a good stir. Add the chickpeas and water, bring to the boil, clamp on a lid and turn the heat down as low as it will go, then simmer for eight minutes or until all the water has been absorbed. Remove the pan from the heat, remove the lid and cover the pan with a clean tea towel then replace the lid and leave to stand for five minutes.
  3. When ready to serve, stir half the onions into the rice with a fork, tip onto a serving dish and sprinkle over the remaining onions.






Baffled by falafel


Do you have a culinary Achilles heel? Something you cannot make, no matter how hard or often you try? I have several – if that doesn’t completely ruin the analogy. I have never, ever, for example, made a decent stir fry. I cannot pipe for toffee  – and my toffee ain’t so great either. My attempts at pastry, particularly the sweet variety, are nothing short of an embarrassment.

Sometimes I refuse to give up the fight, especially if it’s a food I love to eat. That’s why, in my efforts to achieve the perfect sourdough, I went the full nerd and holed myself up in the kitchen for months on end with all manner of instructions, flours and kit and refused to emerge until I’d mastered the ideal chew to hole to crust ratio.

But more often than not if I can’t get it right after a couple of tries I get cross, throw in the (tea)towel, change my dinner plans or reach for the Jus-Rol. So it is with falafel. I LOVE falafel – all nubbly and nutty on the inside and crispy on the out – but can I make them? Can I fuck. I have tried the traditional method, of using soaked, dried chickpeas, but they were too dry and collapsed into a mush in the pan. I’ve tried using canned chickpeas, but they were too wet – and collapsed into a mush in the pan. Each time I’ve tried, falafel have given out on me and so in turn I have given up on them.

But go without I cannot. So I have found a more than passable substitute in these chickpea and spinach koftas, inspired by a recipe in Gordon Ramsay’s Ultimate Cookery Course. They are not the real deal, but they are quick, foolproof, cheap and can be made almost entirely from store cupboard ingredients. Good enough for me to never bother trying to make (and failing) falafel again.

Chickpea and spinach koftas with quick houmous sauce


You can make these into koftas and serve as part of a mezze (with this salad, say and these baked eggs) or shape them into mini burgers and stuff them in pittas. From my experience, they are reasonably child-friendly – bringing my repertoire of meatless meals the whole family will eat, without complaint, to… erm… two.

Makes about 10

  • 1 tin chickpeas
  • 100g frozen spinach, defrosted, moisture squeezed out and finely chopped
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tsp ground cumin
  • 1 tsp ground coriander
  • 1/2 tsp paprika
  • 1/2 tsp ground turmeric
  • 1 red onion, finely chopped
  • 1 clove garlic, crushed
  • 1 red chilli, deseeded (or not, if you like things hot) and finely chopped
  • zest of half a lemon
  • 1-2 tbsp chickpea (gram) flour
  • olive oil for frying
  • salt and pepper

For the dressing

  • 2 tbsp houmous
  • 1 tbsp tahini
  • 1 tbsp Greek yogurt
  • juice of 1/2 lemon
  • salt
  1. Tip the chickpeas and a little of their liquid into a food processor with the spices and a good amount of seasoning and whiz to a rough paste.
  2. Fry the onion in a little olive oil for about 10 minutes until soft, but not coloured, then add the garlic and chilli and cook for a further minute.
  3. Tip the chickpea mixture into a bowl with the onions, chopped spinach, egg, lemon zest and gram flour and stir until well combined. (If the mixture seems a little wet add a bit more flour).
  4. (Optional step, but worth it) Take a small amount of the mixture and fry it off in a pan so you can check for seasoning. Add more salt, pepper, lemon zest or spices if you think it needs it.
  5. Using wet hands, take a golf ball-sized amount of the mixture and shape into koftas or patties.
  6. Fry the koftas on each side in a couple of tablespoons of olive oil over a medium heat until golden brown.
  7. Mix the dressing ingredients together in a bowl, spoon onto plates and serve the koftas on top with a sprinkling of pine nuts, toasted flaked almonds or sesame seeds, some chilli flakes or sumac, and a scattering of chopped parsley, mint or coriander.



Out with the rage


When did we all get so cross? We are, it seems, in a permanent state of outrage. A quick glance across various social media platforms suggests that to be disgusted is no longer the preserve of those living in a Spa town in the South East of England – it is now the default setting of the entire nation, nay the entire species.

We are a seething mass of hot-headed indignation, not just with regard to the big ticket stuff – (Trump, Brexit, Scottish independence, the price of courgettes) but, if Twitter is anything to go by, about EVERYTHING, from news that “ex-drug fiend” Noel Fielding is to host the new Bake Off, to Ronaldo’s laughable bust (pun entirely intended), to the fact that Nestle is changing the recipe for KitKat to make it ‘healthier’. (“Stop messing with our chocolate.”) Red faced emojis all around.

Whatever you do don’t mess with a recipe. That’s when we get our Twitter knickers in a right old twist. Just the other week national treasure Mary Berry got it in the neck for what were considered controversial additions to her bolognese sauce. One tweeter (or twit?) said they were “shocked and appalled” and another switched off because Mary used, no not a jar of Dolmio, but white wine and cream in her sauce (Italians often use white wine and add milk to their ragus so hardly controversial). Jamie Oliver received similar flak from Spanish twits last autumn with his take on paella. “Your paella is an abomination,” wrote one. “An insult not only to our gastronomy but to our culture,” added another. Jamie only added chorizo, for crying out loud, not a tin of baked beans.

This level of fury over food I just don’t get. The truth is, there is no such thing as an ‘authentic’ recipe. What people put in their bolognese or paella, or Shepherd’s pie for that matter, will differ from household to household, from region to region, from one generation to the next. Ingredients will be added and omitted according to what’s in season, what’s in the cupboard and, certainly in my household, what the kids will or won’t eat. It is essential for recipes to evolve lest we all die of boredom, both in the cooking and in the eating. Cooking is about trial and error, creativity, putting your own mark on a dish – that way great food combinations are discovered. And there is no right or wrong – except maybe baked beans in paella – as long as it tastes good.

All the Jamies, Marys and Nigellas of this world want, as well as for you to buy their books and merch of course, is to encourage people to have a go at cooking, from scratch, at home. They don’t care if you swap sage for oregano, leave out the mushrooms, or use a stock cube rather than the real thing – much rather that, than give up altogether and call in a pizza.

If people feel intimidated by recipes, or fear doing it wrong, they won’t bother to cook at all which is not only a great shame but also has major implications for our health. According to food writer and all-round good egg Michael Pollan, if there’s one thing that can be done to improve a nation’s health it is for people to take back control over what they eat by cooking. “Cooking is probably the most important thing you can do to improve your diet. What matters most is not any particular nutrient, or even any particular food: it’s the act of cooking itself,” he says. “It’s the collapse of home cooking that led directly to the obesity epidemic.”

A third of our children are overweight or obese, two thirds of adults are the same and yet we spend less time in our kitchens than ever before. And that, my friends, is an outrage.

Coq au Vin


On that note, here is my not entirely authentic take on Coq au Vin. I do not use a rooster, I do not use red Burgundy (any bottle of bog standard red will do), I add a bit of port and I do not marinate the bird in the wine overnight. Do your worst Twitter…

Serves 6

  • 6 whole chicken legs (ie. thighs and drums)
  • 1 tbsp olive oil plus 1 knob of butter
  • 2 large carrots, washed and cut into rough chunks
  • 2 onions or 6 banana shallots, roughly chopped
  • 2 sticks of celery, roughly chopped
  • 2 tbsp tomato puree
  • 2 bay leaves
  • a couple of sprigs of thyme and rosemary
  • 1 bulb of garlic cut in half horizontally
  • 2 strips of orange peel (if you have it)
  • a glug of brandy and port (again, if you have it)
  • 1 bottle (750ml) red wine
  • 40g cold unsalted butter, to finish (optional)
  • salt and pepper
  • to garnish: button mushrooms, bacon lardons, shallots, chopped flat leaf parsley
  1. Heat the oil and butter in a wide, lidded pan. I use this one from Jamie O and it’s perfect for the job (I’m not being paid by him, honest.)
  2. Season the chicken legs all over and fry skin side down over a medium/high heat until the skin is golden brown (about 10 minutes). Flip the legs over and cook for a further five minutes on the other side. Remove and set aside on a plate, leaving the fat in the pan.
  3. Fry the onion, carrots and celery in the same pan until beginning to caramelise (this adds flavour), then stir in the tomato puree and cook for a few minutes until the veg is a brick red colour.
  4. Add the brandy and port and let it bubble a way for a couple of minutes, then bung the herbs and orange zest into the pan. Return the chicken to the pan, skin side up and arranged so there is no overlapping, nestle the halves of garlic bulb between the chicken, then carefully pour in the bottle of wine. It should cover 3/4 of the chicken, leaving the skins on the top of the legs exposed. If there is not enough wine, top up to this level using a little chicken stock or water.
  5. Bring to the boil on the hob, cover the pan and place in the oven for 1 1/2 hours at 170°C or until the joints in the bone give without resistance when bent. The meat should be almost falling off the bone.
  6. When cooked, remove the chicken legs once again and set aside, and strain the sauce into a large bowl using a sieve, giving all the veg a good squeeze to get maximum flavour into the sauce. Skim off the fat from the sauce (a gravy separator like this one would be useful here) and return the sauce to the original pan.
  7. Put the pan back on the heat and reduce the sauce until it is thick enough to coat the back of a spoon ie. like a thickish gravy. Taste and add a dash of port if it needs more sweetness, a tiny splash of red wine vinegar if it needs acidity and salt if necessary.
  8. For a luxurious, shiny finish to the sauce, whisk in cubes of unsalted butter one or two at a time. Return the chicken to the pan and heat through.
  9. Fry the lardons until crisp in a little butter, remove, then add the shallots to the pan. Cook until soft and golden, then add the mushrooms. When cooked, scatter the shallots, lardons and mushrooms over the chicken along with some chopped flat leaf parsley. Serve with mash and greens of your choice.

Carbo embargo


There’s nothing like a host of perky daffodils to alert oneself to the fact that it will soon be time to peel off those winter layers and expose bits of one’s less than perky body to the world. It’s no coincidence then that it’s at precisely this time of year that I find myself dabbling in a spot of dietary faddism.

I know, I know. Diets don’t work and the more faddy the diet, the higher the failure rate. Eliminate stuff that you love from your diet and you will crave it with magnified intensity. Ergo the Teen who declared he was going custard cream-free for Lent is faring rather less well than his brother who is avoiding brussel sprouts. No shit.

Still, despite my better judgement I decided about a month ago, upon catching sight of my mottled purple (yes, purple) flesh in the mirror, to forego all carbs – refined or otherwise. I’m not talking old-school low carbing popular in the early Noughties: fry-up for breakfast; steak and cheese for lunch; a cup or two of double cream for tea; a cardiac arrest for supper. No mine’s more like the Mediterranean diet, just without the croissants… or baguettes… or pasta… or fruit. *sighs*

The science bit goes that the body, starved of access to its most readily available fuel – carbohydrate – will turn to stores of body fat to burn for energy. Or something like that. Not sure I really care as long as it works.

Trouble is, it isn’t, or at least not very quickly. So far I’ve shifted a measly few pounds, which I probably would’ve lost anyway due to the fact that Spring has sprung and there are no more Christmas chocolates to be had. But while such slow progress would normally have me diving off the wagon face first into a bowl of fettuccine, I’ve decided to stick with this way of eating for the time being, simply because I feel better for it: no surging sugar highs or post-lunch slumps, fewer mood swings and crucially, no hunger pangs. There’s no faffing with separate meals – I just leave the carbs off my plate and replace with more salad or veg. And I’m not really missing them (although oddly it’s beans and pulses I miss the most) – if anything meals taste better without being diluted by carb’s inherent blandness.

I still don’t think extreme elimination diets are sustainable or even healthy in the long term (unless there is a medical reason to follow one) so I intend to knock myself out with the odd chickpea once I have reached my target weight, but in the meantime it’s meat, fish, cheese, nuts, veg and eggs. A great many eggs.



Shakshuka is the Middle Eastern equivalent of Mexican huevos rancheros, eggs poached in a spicy tomato pepper stew. It’s great any time of the day and goes particularly well with merguez sausages, chorizo or fried halloumi. This is the way I do it.

Serves 4 (approx 14g carbs per portion, in case you were wondering)

  • 1 tsp caraway seeds
  • 1 tsp cumin seeds
  • 3 tbsp olive oil
  • 3 banana shallots or 1 red onion, finely sliced
  • 1 red pepper, seeded and finely sliced
  • 1 medium aubergine, diced
  • 2 cloves of garlic, crushed
  • 1 tsp ground cumin
  • 1 tsp ground coriander
  • 1/2 tsp smoked paprika (sweet or hot)
  • 1 tsp harissa
  • 1 tbsp Turkish red pepper paste or tomato puree
  • 2 400g tins plum tomatoes
  • 4-8 eggs depending on appetite
  • 50g feta cheese
  • handful of chopped parsley or coriander
  • salt and pepper
  1. Heat the oil in a large ovenproof frying pan over a medium flame and fry the caraway and cumin seeds for 1 minute, then add the shallots, pepper and aubergine and fry gently for 15 minutes until all the vegetables are softened.
  2. Add the garlic and fry for another minute, then the spices and fry for a further minute.
  3. Add the harissa and paste and stir to coat all the veg. Cook for a couple of minutes before adding the tomatoes. Crush the tomatoes with a potato masher or fork, bring to the boil, then turn down the heat and simmer for 15-20 minutes, until the sauce is thick and rich. Taste and season. (You can make the stew in advance to this stage – it will keep for a week in the fridge. Simply heat through when you need it and continue to next step).
  4. Preheat the oven to 200°C (fan). Make indentations in the sauce and crack an egg into each one. Sprinkle over the feta cheese and bake in the oven until the whites of the eggs are set, leaving the yolks runny. This always takes longer than you think – at least 15 minutes. (You can also continue to cook on the hob if you prefer. Cover the pan once you have added the eggs (the feta will not melt if you use this method)).
  5. Remove pan from oven, scatter over the herbs and serve with crusty bread or pittas, that is presuming you are not on some silly fad diet.
Can be made in individual portions (I did not eat this bread)