Here you’ll find words about food, drink, where to get it and, occasionally, how to make it yourself. It’s where, when I have the time, I give space to my thoughts about eating, drinking, the restaurant business, home cooking, food writing and anything else to do with being greedy.
I’ve worked as a chef, in restaurant PR, with publishers of cookbooks, and I also give private cookery classes, but I’m not a pro in any traditional sense. That said, my mind’s always on the next meal.
And the blog’s title? It comes from my favourite scene in film…
Withnail: We’ll have tea and cake.
[An elderly man comes across to their table. He is the proprietor]
P: Did you hear her? She said she’d closed. What do you want in here?
Withnail: Cake and tea. What’s it got to do with you?
P: I happen to be the proprietor. Now, will you leave?
Withnail: Ah good, I’m glad you’re the proprietor. I was going to have to have a word with you anyway. We’re doing a film up here, location, see. We might want to do a film in here.
P: You’re drunk.
I: Just bring out the cake.
Withnail: Cake, and fine wine.
Miss B: If you don’t leave we’ll call the police.
Withnail: Balls. We want the finest wines available to humanity. We want them here, and we want them now.
P: The police, Miss Blennerhassit.
(Withnail & I, 1987)
