It can only mean one thing – Cake à la banane rôtie

[Roasted banana cake] I once read that the universe didn’t need another banana cake. In that case, the universe and I might have to disagree. We don’t disagree often though. In fact, most of the time, we’re in a symbiotic agreement that all is in its place. Let me tell you about a few nights ago. It might have been Monday or Tuesday, I don’t ...

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Bonjour novembre

[Hello November] Is it just me, or do you also feel like that – more than any other month – tarts belong to November? It usually happens without a warning. And without a calendar. A day or so after waiting on the sidewalk – jumping, whistling, screaming – for a cab to have its light on. Oh yes, it is indeed the thirty-first of October, ...

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PS. Ben Spalding at the loft project

Marylebone, London, early August It was a Wednesday. We walked through Manchester square; looking at trees turning to that golden shade we all long for. Then three hours later, we realised there was something else we longed for. Something that Roganic – and his head chef Ben – just delivered to us in the form of a six-course meal. Clapham Junction, London, late August I ...

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