Spaghetti Aglio e Olio with Toasted Breadcrumbs
The midnight pasta, with a crunchy golden lid
The Kitchen
The midnight pasta, with a crunchy golden lid
A syrup-soaked Levantine semolina cake with a coconut lift
The Italian-American Sunday casserole, built for a crowd
Cauliflower roasted hard and separate, then folded into spiced potatoes with a tart hit of dried mango
A charred-chilli red broth, slow pork and a garnish bar you build yourself, bowl by bowl
Ceremonial-grade bitterness set against sweet white chocolate and a finishing crackle of flaky salt
Scotland's harvest pudding of cream, oats and fruit
Crisp nutty meringue layers and a silky coffee filling
A five-minute quick pickle takes the fight out of raw onion
Fruit steeped overnight in strong tea, no yeast, no fuss
No cream, no garlic, just butter, Parmesan and a great deal of technique
A hundred crisp leaves around a warm semolina heart
Milan's towering Christmas bread, from a rested biga to a hanging cool
The German Christmas loaf, rested a fortnight and buried in sugar
Carrot cake's earthier, sweeter, more interesting cousin
Two kilos of onions, one cheap cut of beef, and a great deal of patience
Thrift, bread and cavolo nero in a bowl
All those open holes, ready to drink butter
Salted, rested and dressed the way the colours deserve
The Italian espresso-drowned ice cream, sharpened with almond liqueur and orange
A warm Italian wine custard whisked to a cloud, with toasted almond and macerated fruit
Buttery, sugar-crusted parcels of spiced currants
Liguria's pesto pasta, done the Genoese way, with a spoon of potato in the sauce
A sweet-sour Mexican cooler built from a real tamarind block, simmered and sieved by hand.
chewy, burnished, and quietly improved by nutty butter
Naples' clam pasta, bianco, with a whisper of Calabrian 'nduja
A wet, slack dough cooked on a dry griddle into nooks and crannies, dusted with semolina
Spain's stovetop custard, scented with cardamom under a glass shatter of sugar
Skillet-baked, barely sweet Southern-style cornbread, brushed hot with a brown-butter honey glaze
A soft sweet-potato flatbread cooked on a hot stone and split hot to soak up green garlic butter
A roasting tin, a glass of wine, and dinner sorts itself out
The real Bologna ragù, milk and all, with a handful of chicken livers
A chewy Hawaiian mochiko cake, deepened with browned butter
A whole-wheat North Indian flatbread built from folded, ghee-brushed leaves and cooked crisp on a tawa
A marshmallow-centred meringue with a muscovado ripple and sharp fruit
Puglia's little ears, bitter greens and a browned-butter finish
The Malaysian griddle bread, stretched translucent, slapped and coiled into crisp, ragged layers
An hour of patient onion, a proper berbere and niter kibbeh give this chicken stew its depth
Dimpled, oily, gold-topped Italian comfort
A 1970s Sussex invention, sharpened with real caramel and espresso cream
Almond frangipane over raspberry, on crisp shortcrust
A thin, pliable Armenian flatbread with a few charred blisters, made without a tandoor
Sicily's aubergine pasta, with one aubergine charred over the flame
Crisp guanciale, tomato, pecorino and the tug of hollow pasta
A yoghurt-saffron base, parboiled rice steamed under a cloth, and the confident flip
The thick, ridged breakfast bread of Tehran
Overnight oats, the original Swiss way
The glossy Sabbath braid, sweetened and burnished
Charred aubergine, tahini and yoghurt, jewelled with pomegranate
Glass noodles tossed with vegetables blistered hard before they hit the wok
A home oven-and-grill approximation of the pimento-smoked jerk pan, built on allspice and scotch bonnet
The proper English trifle, with a bay-scented custard
What to do with a loaf that has gone past its best
A bright, crunchy-topped loaf with a tangy yoghurt finish
A humble allium, coaxed silky and finished with a crackle
Double-fried, shatteringly crisp and sticky-sweet
The dense, glossy roll that lives or dies in the pot
The Valencian rice done right, with the toasted crust the Spanish prize above everything
Ukraine's ruby soup, deepened by roasting the beetroot instead of boiling it
A perfumed, green-flecked crumb under a cloud of mascarpone
All the flake, none of the all-day folding
salt, citrus, and a jar that does the work for you
knotted, sugar-crusted buns that smell of a Stockholm bakery