Bankers Bread

We are in midst of a very hot English summer (no, that ain’t a type-o!). It has been sunny and at least 28°C for the last two weeks and of course this means I am firing up the charcoal every night. I am on a bit of Argentinean grilling kick right now inspired by a recent addition to my wife’s cookbook collection called, “Seven Fires” by Francis Mallman. The photography and recipes are truly inspiring not only for cooking but my next holiday has to be to Argentina!

I often wonder why my mom never tires of me asking for her recipes.

Since my university days I have frequently called home with last-minute menu requests. She has the patience of a saint, especially because her recipes are not the easiest to locate. Her vast collection is stacked among boxes in an unfinished basement. Old books, recipe cards, scrap pieces of paper and news clippings – no dewey decimal system there. A while back, my mom committed to bringing some order to it, and even invested in an online organization system, but it never did get off the ground.  

I don’t remember ever being without cheese. Growing up and throughout my university years, there was always an inventory of cheeses in my fridge. Along with bread, it is without question one of my favourite foods.

I recently completed my move to East London.  As much I was looking forward to discovering a new part of the city, the thought of packing up my life’s possessions (yet again) was hanging heavy over me.

After two endless days of bubble wrap, packing and unpacking our new place was starting to take shape.  We had somewhere to sit, but no Internet, Vietnamese takeout was our new best friend, and I still couldn’t find my socks.