Play misty for me

The Cooking Mist is from the new Lurpak Cook’s Range we’ve been experimenting with for the past few weeks. We’ve already enjoyed trying the Clarified Butter and Cooking Liquid and found them worthy products, the mist we were however initially but unnecessarily a bit suspicious of.

Boldly going with Lurpak Baking Butter

Lurpak has of course always been a first choice with bakers, its colour makes the results creamy looking and it has no salt. I lobbed the required amount into the mixer along with all the other ingredients for a Lemon Drizzle Cake from Mary Berry.

Lurpak Cooking Liquid

This Cooking Liquid is perfectly balanced. It comes in a squeezy bottle that fits nicely into the fridge door, simply aim at your pan and fire. It makes a noise that sends small children into fits of giggles and creates a puddle in the pan that makes adults snigger

Champagne school at Flute Bar and Lounge

Masterclasses are much less about learning than an excuse to do something different and entertaining with friends or partners. They add an extra dimension to the day. They can also improve your dinner party chat, as Joanna Biddolph discovered at a Flûte Bar & Lounge tutored champagne and smoked salmon tasting.

New Covent Garden tour with Celia Brooks Brown

It takes more than a hearty interest in food, and decades of greedy eating out, to pull together an insightful and expansive tour that opens doors and minds to new experiences and, importantly, to parts of the London foodie scene that you have walked past repeatedly and snootily ignored – as Joanna Biddolph discovered on Celia Brooks Brown’s new Covent Garden gastrotour.

Too many critics 2012 a triumph

It all started with a sparkling champagne reception, the noise of excited chatter escalating in volume as the scope of the evening hit home. It was the 2012 Action Against Hunger’s Too Many Critics event – and our critic Joanna Biddolph is still waiting for the exclusve blend of coffee that the critics-turned-chefs never delivered to her table …

Lonely Planet’s Street Food Festival

A clear blue sky, shirt sleeves and a well-poured pint of Dorset Nectar are hardly conducive to the Great Indoors. But that indeed is where I find myself, struggling to be heard by my mate over the thumping Afrobeat constrained and concentrated by the bare brick interior of Village Underground in Shoreditch.