I've been visiting Dehradun almost every year for the last seventeen, to see my grandparents. I'm normally far too happy pigging on my favourite home food (a list is sent to my grandma in advance just in case she's confused my favourites with my sister's or my cousins'!), to bother with stepping out to explore local restaurants.
Two guys, a girl, and a steak house. An old old friend's annual trip to London means that the three of us, my husband, him, and I catch up for a massive help-i-can't-move-anymore meal at a restaurant that I pick. Why do I get to choose? They couldn't be bothered where we're going so long as the portions are large and meaty, and well, I have a list I'd like to check off.
It was my husband's birthday a couple of weeks ago and I decided not to make him a chocolate cake this once. I was leafing through one of my favourite cake books and came across a blueberry sour cream cake that I thought I'd give a go. But me being me, I had to tweak it. So I threw in some raspberries as well. Here's my adaptation (very slight) of Sara Buenfeld's yummy original:
A new city means a new food scene to explore! Topokki Birmingham was my first venture into Korean cuisine. Why has it taken me so long? Fifteen years ago, a very vegetarian uncle went to Korea on a business trip and came back with stories of a dazed monkey, monkey brain and a straw. Scarred me for a good decade and more. Thankfully I forgot. Topokki was a treat.
I had about forty-five minutes yesterday afternoon between getting to my train station and getting on the train, so I decided to stop by Portuguese restaurant Tuga for lunch.