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Writer and Cook

Philip Dundas

Toyboys and tentacles

Like most people, my first taste of cephalopod was abroad. I think mine was 1985 and I arrived in Greece for the first time. Flown in to join a rather handsome and rich older man, determined to have his way with me. His house nestled in a bay amid that perfectly Aegean composition of white and blue. The tiny harbour was lined with small fishing boats, each returning ... more

Philip's Diary
Oliviera, Nice

Olive oil is like coffee, tea and flour, when you taste the best, nothing compares. It’s easy to understand how this liquid sun was the basis for the fine unguents of ancient history. Used ...
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Cooking Without Recipes
'Read, inwardly digest, then throw the book away. This is the first day of the rest of your life in the kitchen'. Simon Callow more
Perfect Summer Picnics

A picnic should be organised like any other meal; with timing, balance, poise and companionable guests. And given the potential style of a picnic, an eye for detail.The flavours, textures and colours of the experience need to match the perfection of our natural surroundings.
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48 Hours in Rome

There used to be a time when I came back to London worrying about how long it would be before I saw a great market, or tasted simply cooked wonderful ingredients again. 48 hours in Rome is hardly long enough to be an expert, but it certainly reminds me that what we have in the UK can be every bit as good. Now that is a new civilization.
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Reviewing the reviewer

As a restaurateur one is subject to reviews. It was bad enough in the days when one only had to fear the crapulous pundits of print casting their judgement after a long and liquid lunch. ...
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