Persian Greengage and Orange Blossom Spoon Sweets

Continuing on the Persian theme – ergo my recent recipe for a beetroot borani – a fruit that we may consider as being quintessentially English is in fact a green-fruited wild plum from Iran which the British horticultural writer Anna Pavord referred to as ‘most ambrosial of all tree fruit’. I concur, greengages were my…

Persian Beetroot Borani with Yoghurt and Dill

Borani is a Persian yoghurt-based dip that usually includes cooked vegetables such as spinach or beetroot. There seem to be no precise rules in respect of the ingredients used but this version is one of my favourites. Ironically the first time I was served it we were sitting atop a candlelit roof-top terrace of a…

Palermo Courgette Agrodolce with Garlicky Ricotta

It’s early morning in the historical centre of Palermo in Sicily and the markets come alive as giant red awnings unfold like sails to protect tables heaving with produce from the already dazzling sunlight. Buckets of foraged asparagus sit alongside bright bunches of wild fennel, battered aluminium pots filled with warm potatoes already cooked to…

Amba-spiced Roasted Carrots with Buttermilk and Greek Yoghurt

This is a beautiful dish for your summery get togethers which, once you’ve released the spicy fragrances, comes together in minutes. I’ve used Honey and Co’s amba spice mix here because it’s very good but you can make your own or simply swirl a couple of spoonfuls of my amba sauce into cool Greek yoghurt….

Shuk Hummus with Smoked Chilli Harissa and Toasted Sesame Seeds

Machane Yehuda market in Jerusalem was the first full blown Middle Eastern market I ever visited and, for me, it was an absolutely mind-blowing experience with over 250 vendors and stall holders inviting me to sample their beautiful chaos of fresh fruits and vegetables, bread, pastries and halva, cheeses, nuts and seeds, herbs and spices all piled…

Greek Trachanas Soup with Tomatoes, Lemon and Olive Oil

‘In these all-white courtyards where the south wind blows whistling through vaulted arcades, tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree that leaps in the light scattering its fruitful laughter with windy wilfulness and whispering? Tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree that quivers with foliage newly born at dawn raising high its colours…

Shuk Ha’Carmel Green Herb Falafel

“Wait. You’re telling me that you have never – NEVER! – eaten falafel?” he exclaimed, narrowly missing the turning onto Boulevard Rothchild as we made our way to dinner one impossibly hot and humid evening in downtown Tel Aviv. “No!” I replied, “I have never – NEVER! – eaten falafel!“. He looked at me with that…