Puttanesca is one of my favourite easy suppers. It’s usually made with spaghetti, but I always find that a bit slimy so use linguini, or fusilli to really mop up all the sauce. The name comes from the Italian for prostitute, puttana, and basically means whore’s pasta. There’re lots of…

  I used to be quite good at cakes, then suddenly, like some sort of biblical curse, every cake I touched curdled. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t left staring at a big, grainy mess in the bowl in front of me. At first I thought it might…

View this post on Instagram A post shared by Sarah (@sarahduggers)   As we all know – and by that I mean you avidly read here and remember everything I say – I hate mince. This means I’ve never got on with bolognese. Also growing up with a vegetarian mother…

A few weeks ago I headed to my friends’ for a dinner party. Jess and Rik are both big foodies, which is always a good sign when someone is cooking for you. They’d knocked up (read: lovingly prepared) a huge butter chicken for us and it was, hand on heart,…

Alright, lads? Long time no see. Thought I’d pop in, check how things were, then probably head off with promises that’ll see you again soon. But I don’t really mean it, just like your dad when he popped out for some fags all those years ago. Anyway. Here’s some good…

Right. Yes. I am awful. This is exactly the same recipe as I put up in 2013, but it is brilliant, and my boyfriend has been away so I’ve basically been living off defrosted pizza dough because I can’t be arsed to make anything. I’ve always thought I’d be great…

Let me start this recipe saying I really fucking hate mince. I hate the texture, I hate anything made with it (except burgers but they are a whole different story), I hate everything about it. I once spent four hours making a shepherds pie and had to stop eating after…