Breakfast Pizza

I, like most good people, have a deep-rooted love of pizza. It could be due to pizza’s presence at almost all birthday parties or sleepovers as a kid, further instilling my love for it linked with happy, fun-filled memories; or simply because its damn good. A good slice is unforgettable to me, possibly by virtue of how rare they were….

Tomato Jam with Fermented Hot Sauce

This is the perfect storm of condiments. Reminiscent of a vampire: it’s complex, dark, rich and moody. I’m sure someone out there rolled their eyes at ‘tomato jam’, but it’d be contemptuous to call this ketchup. And that’s coming from someone so intrinsically bonded with ketchup it must be whatever that red stuff is running through my…