Vice – Professional Bakers are Lopsided

Before becoming a journalist I was a baker. So I wrote about all of the bad bits of baking for a living for Vice. Read it. It’s good.


There were lots of great things about my old job too. My favourite parts were ‘pinching the peaks’ on lemon meringue pies, scooping golden syrup up with my hand to pour onto individual puddings and coating chocolate cakes in fudge icing. I still love to bake now but the shoddy oven at my new place is broken.  :-(

IdeasTap – How to get a mortgage when you’re self-employed in the arts

Want to buy a property before house prices shoot through the roof?

Take a look at this feature I wrote for IdeasTap magazine on How to get a mortgage when you’re self-employed in the arts. It’s full of lots of useful information. I promise.

Below is my poor attempt at drawing a house, which clearly illustrates why I’m a writer and not an artist. I think she looks melancholy. I can’t make her look any happier. I think it’s the poor placement and size of the windows.


Sticking up for old school dinners

Here’s  a piece I wrote for The Guardian:

I know it’s unfashionable to stick up for school meals but as a British Asian growing up in a household where kebabs and curry were the norm and shepherd’s pie and rice pudding were alien entities, I have very fond memories of my school dinners.

Everything we ate at home was jazzed up Pakistani-style – even omelettes had dried chilli, coriander seeds and turmeric in them. It was eating at school that taught us about traditional English food; the good and the bad. It was exciting to have buttery mash and a pie for lunch instead of a fiery dopiaza, and fun to eat jelly and ice cream for dessert instead of sipping milky cardamom-infused tea. School meals were the definition of exotic. I didn’t want a chapati and lentils; I wanted lancashire hotpot. It may not have been sensitively prepared by artisan chefs, but it had gravy in it. Continue reading