ottolenghi in islington and just like that the year ended, more a whimper than a bang. not that it matters. new year is an artificial constr...

it is time that 2020 is put to bed. i say this knowing full well that its happenings have consequence for years to come. 2021 will bring mor...

stir fried brown rice with smoked tofu i wrote a short essay for vittles, a food newsletter for these novel corona times. it is about uncle ...

roman ruins at tipasa, algeria a saturday in early march found us at the algerian consulate in london. finding it took some effort sinc...

brunch at home on the first of january i often found myself wishing that twenty eighteen would hurry itself up and end, despite knowing...