A weekly letter from a two-ring kitchen in Rathmines
Cooking slowly, in a very small flat
Every Sunday morning I send one recipe or one kitchen story, written for a small hob, a smaller oven and plenty of time.
Latest letters
From the last four Sundays
September has been soup, bread and whatever I could carry home from the hills.
A flask of leek and potato for the hills
The soup I make on Saturday night so that Sunday on the mountain ends with something hot, and why it is better on the second day.
Blackberries from the bog road
Two hours with a lunchbox along a stone wall, and the crumble I make in a single dish small enough for a flat oven.
What the wild garlic left behind
In March I filled the freezer with green ice cubes from the banks of the Dodder. In September they make the quickest supper I know.
Brown bread for a walking lunch
A loaf with no yeast and no kneading, mixed in one bowl in ten minutes, that keeps for four days and slices thin enough for a sandwich.
Who writes this
Hello, I'm Nora
I cook in a kitchen that is two metres long, with two rings, one oven shelf and a window over the bins. I have been writing this letter since 2021, about the food that a small space and a little patience can make, and about the Sunday walks in the Wicklow hills that most of it ends up in.
Nora Keane, Dublin
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A recipe or a kitchen story every Sunday at eight. No adverts, and one click to stop.