As I started cooking this Wadadli menu, it started to snow: and if that sounds like the sort of achingly clumsy device the worst sort of arsehole might contrive in this context, you’ll have to indulge me as we press on together. Because if you’re finding yourself kicking against the pricks of chill winds andRead More
If the devil is in the details, someone should probably check Leyli Homayoonfar for horns and cloven hooves. I first fell for her food at her Leyli Joon & Co Grangetown supper club: a true family business. She took her Bab Haus to Sticky Fingers for its purple patch, a time we will likely oneRead More