I have made an amazing new kulfi-related discovery. I was having friends over for New Year's Day lunch and making chicken biriyani. I do this a lot up my mountain. As you all know, Italian food is carbs, carbs, roast meat, overcooked vegetables done from frozen and more carbs. The puddings, cakes and croissants are all made days before they're sold and invariably have some kind of orange-essence in them...
‘Well, we’re not sure if tomorrow is actually going to be our last day,’ one of our house guests said to me this morning.
‘What, are you moving in?’ I shouted. ‘Are you nuts?’
‘Right. Okay. Right. Well, that’s…um…clear…,’ he said, handing over email addresses of the eminent for one of my fat portfolio of jobs.
‘Yes, it is,’ I beamed, snatching the addresses, eagerly.
I mean, it’s not a sodding hotel, right? If...
Given that I am up this mountain with not a whole hell of a lot to do most of the time, I find myself glued to the tabloids online and I now know far more than any human being ought to know about Jordan and Peter, for example. I am trying very hard to be on her side (since, clearly, we are supposed to have a side) because she is...
London in the 1970s wasn’t wildly inspirational in terms of food. Everyone was thin because the food was so crap. If you had wanted to get fat you would have had to have eaten more of it and that would have been insane.
‘Another ladleful of greyish, dryish mince?’
However, my dad lived in New York. In fact, New York in the 1970s was run down, poor and dangerous but, compared...
Anna Blundy is the author of the Faith Zanetti quintet a series of five books about a war correspondent with a passion for the truth, men and vodka. Anna is a journalist herself, former Moscow correspondent for The Times, and she lives between Italy and London. She has a black dog called Marmite