Parallel Palates from Burgundy to Borough




Since moving to the big smoke in a little house near Borough Market, I’ve been taking full advantage of the fantastic local produce. Just a stone’s throw away the epicurean delights called yet again this weekend, forcing me to succumb to the sensational scents of the bustling market.

You just can’t beat good ingredients cooked by people who really understand food, and on Friday my flatmate (apparently a Master Chef in the making) knocked my socks off with a meal fit for the most particular of palates.

First up was a melt-in-your-mouth fresh pasta dish which oozed lashings of sumptuous St. Gall and parmesan cheeses from Neal’s Yard.