Pierre Herme Macarons

I know the whole baking world’s gone a bit mac-mad but you know, I just don’t really get what all the fuss is about. To me, macaroons seem a bit uptight, definitely too pretentious to be my ideal cake. And I feel downright queasy about all the artificial colours and flavours that go into them.

Also, while I’m getting this off my chest, I suspect a cabal of po-faced French patissiers of whipping home cooks into a frenzy of inadequacy over something which is, after all, a jumped-up meringue. IThe truth is they’re not actually that difficult to make – Laura and I make them for our Uparwali Chai tea parties and neither of us have ever set foot inside the Cordon Bleu.

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Full English Breakfast

Sundown on Hammersmith Bridge

We’ve bailed out of boiling hot Delhi and in London for a few days on our way home to Scotland. Then hopefully we’ll have a few days in New York before heading back to India. So for the next few weeks, Eat and Dust ‘s food adventures  will be distinctly un-Indian.

It’s cold, and green and drizzling nicely so comfort food is what’s needed. This was one of the things we’d been looking forward to for the past year – the full English cooked breakfast: sausages, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans.  I won’t win any prizes for, well, anything but sometimes it’s the only thing that will do.

Like Chhole Bhature, there’s no point in going to a fancy restaurant for the the Full English – it has to be eaten in the local ‘greasy spoon’ cafe with mugs of steaming sweet tea and hot buttered toast.

Yesterday, the kids and I chose the nearest to where we’re staying in Hammersmith and the anticipation was almost unbearable as we waited for our first ‘greasy spoon’ breakfast in a year. When the mountains of food arrived, there was a moment’s almost tearful silence before we dived in. No-one spoke till our stomach’s were groaning and we had to stagger back to the flat for a lie-down.

I know, I know, but I love it