HeyJaredAuntie Bulgaria's Kitchen
Veggie/vegan recipes and recipe recommendations from Guild of Food Writers award winner Claire Ruston. Fortnightly updates from my kitchen (and veg patch) in Bulgaria’s Balkan Mountains. Occasional donkey pictures.
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On the English and their obsession with blisteringly hot food (opens the original)
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I’ve been rereading Nigella’s Feast recently. Published in 2004 – although I don’t think I got my hands on a copy for another year or two – this is the book that taught me how to make excellent roast potatoes and bread sauce. I baked the old-fashioned chocolate cake and chocolate Guiness cake on repeat and even cooked my Christmas turkey upside down, just as Nigella told me to. (I ate meat until I was 39 and – don’t tell customs, I’m trusting you now – was the kind of person who smuggled 3kg Chr
The handover (opens the original)
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Last Friday had serious ‘final day of summer’ energy. One of those defiantly scorchio September days (33°C) that make it hard to believe there will ever be a winter. Then the temperature dropped 10 degrees on Saturday, and brought with it the first significant rain in months.Sunday morning was a beauty.The day dawned crisp and cold. Not the welcome nip of recent mornings, but properly chilly. Enough to warrant a ‘Bloody hell!’ when opening the door to let the cats out. As I strolled through the
Things to celebrate the end of summer (opens the original)
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There are crispy, curled leaves in the hammock each morning. The nights and mornings have a noticeably cooler edge to them (even though the days are still roasting). Autumn is waiting in the wings, stage-whispering to summer as she takes yet another curtain call. Get off the stage you desperate attention whore, autumn hisses. It’s ME they want.Here in Bulgaria’s Balkan Mountains, I can pretty much set my watch by it. Every year around my birthday (middle of August), I start to notice autumn pres
On trying (and failing) to reduce our food bill (opens the original)
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I never used to pay attention to food prices. We live a frugal life, have old cars, go on cheap holidays, cut our own hair, and wear second-hand clothes. And because of that, I always gave myself licence to buy whatever food and drink I wanted at the supermarket, without restriction, barely glancing at the prices. Six euros for a bag of hemp seeds, just to sprinkle on my porridge? Don’t mind if I do. Drinking voluptuous lattes at home even though plant milks are eye-twitchingly expensive here in
Small pleasures, blackberry focaccia (opens the original)
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The first gig I ever went to was The Prodigy at Southampton Guildhall in October 1994. I still remember the exact outfit I wore. (Black leggings, knee-high boots that laced up the whole way, oversized denim shirt. I was boiling but felt like the absolute bee’s knees.) My friend Katrina and I were two 14-year-olds in a sweaty, frenzied sea. Big fish, little fish, cardboard box. While we rode the rave wave, her stepdad waited for us in the carpark.The next day, I sauntered into school late, bearin
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