Tomato and Mascarpone pasta with a generous helping of basil

I am attempting to grow my own herbs with varying degrees of success and have struggled to find my green fingers.

Growing herbs simultaneously has proved difficult – basically they all wither and die – and I am now channelling my efforts into raising one little basil plant in its own individual pot. Continue reading

High steaks in the lottery of cooking a sirlon to perfection

I have always been quite indifferent to the taste of red meat and while the mere mention of a roast beef dinner with all the trimmings brings most to the point of dribbling, the image does not leave me foaming at the mouth.

My issue with red meat stems from a childhood in the Irish countryside where meat was served overcooked and dry; there seemed to be an underlying fear a slight hint of pinkness might see the cow rise from the plate and dander back out to the field. Continue reading