For three glorious years Nick and I relocated to Southeast Asia, living in the sunny humidity of Singapore and spending the majority of our weekends exploring new places, experiencing different cultures and eating a ridiculous amount of local, delicious food.
Our dinky little flat, nestled between bustling Little India on one side, the busy business sector of the CBD on the other and traditional Arab Street below, was perfectly located for a couple of hungry foodies. Our precious weekends in the city were spilt between trying out some of the amazing restaurants and hawker vendors in town, with wandering around the huge wet markets filled with fresh fruit, veggies, meats and all the spices under the sun, gathering inspiration for evenings feeding friends.
With a two pan hob and an electric oven the size of a microwave (and about as powerful) we struggled but just about managed to host a number of fantastic drunken dinner parties, often of three or four course. Looking back, I have no idea how we did it!
Now we’re now back in the UK and have just bought our first house. One of the most important things on our house hunting list was a big kitchen and social entertaining space. With these essentials secured, its time for us to get back to some serious cooking!