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Saved by a coriander discovery,

On a Russian cruise for a week in the Pacific I couldn’t eat anything due to seasickness. The ubiquitous smell of boiled cabbage in the ship’s dining room didn’t help either. I could only eat once we landed in a port and I was dying for some spice. Continue reading Saved by a coriander discovery,

Discovering the delights of real cooking

My mother cooked like most women of her era — boiled cabbage until it was limp and colourless, cooked meat until the final trace of blood was drained and then cooked it some more. Her spices were limited to mixed herbs and Keens curry powder, neither of which altered her dull, lifeless cooking. Continue reading Discovering the delights of real cooking