" Take one camel hump and mince finely. Add diced shallots, capers, Tabasco and a raw egg and mix thoroughly..." I have a morbid fear of being the first person to arrive anywhere. It's nothing to do with being fashionably late - more to do with awkwardness and not knowing what to say. And so it is that my husband and I find ourselves overshooting Number 1, Somewhere Street*, London as we're 10 minutes early and there's no way in hell I'm walking through that door till it's at least 5 past the hour. As we trot past, I turn and see someone go up the steps, and I hiss to the hubby, "That's Henry" and he replies, "Who?" and I say, "The guy from Leon " and he replies, "Oh, Dimbles - you should have said" (sorry Henry - it's that Harry Hill's fault ). And then I begin to laugh, embarrassed, and my husband says, "He's going to hear you and spot us and think we're mentals. Pretend to be on the phone...
... Burmese food and beyond