Author: Sarah Kemp

ANNOUNCEMENT – Eat the Olympics supper club

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Eat the Olympics Supper Club 28 July – 11 August London, W10 (venue to be revealed on purchase of ticket) In January 2012 we (Jack Hemingway and Sarah Kemp) embarked on an Olympic culinary challenge – to eat a dish from every single country taking part in the London 2012 games. We were quick out of the blocks, completing thirty dishes in the first two weeks but this is a marathon not a sprint and in recent times we have been somewhat off the pace. The recent purchase of our Queens Park flat slowed things down and it now sits empty while we await planning permission. With the help of our crafty fingered friends and family we have transformed the space into our very own Olympic themed pop-up restaurant. Now we need your help to make it over the final hurdle before the summer is out and Olympic Games have left town. Over three weekends during the London 2012 Olympic Games, we invite you to join us at our Eat the Olympic Supper Club where …

PLEASE VOTE

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I have entered a competition with Fire & Stone. If I win, I get to go to a city that I have dreamed of going to for years, SEVILLE. Please help a gal out and vote for me. All you need to do is go to http://www.fireandstone.com/vote and vote for ‘The Seville’. Thank you so much and if I win, I’ll bring back a load of oranges for all of you. Sarah x

Dar les Cigognes, Marrakech

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After our short stay at Four Seasons, we ventured into the old town of Marrakech, the Medina. We were prepared for chaos in Marrakech after reading the guidebooks and listening to friend’s stories, but upon arrival in the Medina, we were subjected to true taste of what it is like to be a tourist in Marrakech. The taxi driver stopped and asked a local lad for directions to Dar les Cigognes, the riad that we were to stay in for two nights. The lad and driver exchanged a few words in Arabic before we were told that we were in capable hands and the lad would show us on our way. We paid the driver, pulled our suitcases out of the boot and followed the lad, down windy alleyways, past a flurry of oncoming mopeds, when we finally arrived at the riad. The boy rang the bell and asked for money for showing us the way. We politely declined and rushed through the door once open. Here we encountered our first problem; we were directed …

The Empress, London

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Since I moved to London six and a half years ago, my Sunday activities have changed somewhat. My first two years, when I was a young and spritely student, I spent my Sundays wallowing in self-pity after a heavy night on the tiles. The years since have pretty much been spent in the kitchen baking or cooking a Sunday feast. But despite being from the north (well, Nottingham), I rarely cook a Sunday roast. Don’t get me wrong, I have attempted a few but after five hours slogging away in the kitchen, not to forget the piles of washing up that come after, I have never really enjoyed the fruits of my own labour. I much prefer to go out and let someone else do the hard work for me. We took a trip to Victoria Park Village a few weeks ago to The Empress to indulge in a Sunday feast. The weather outside was miserable and as usual not making its mind up. We encountered a few showers before entering the restaurant but once …

Four Seasons, Marrakech

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‘Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing’. The familiar words from the softly spoken pilot woke me up on my early flight to Marrakech. I lifted my blindfold off my eyes and looked out of the window. All I could see was a vast expanse of desert and sandy coloured towns dotted below the flight path. When we came into land, I couldn’t help but think that hadn’t I known otherwise from seeing pictures and footage of this vibrant city, I would have thought the only colours I would be seeing for the next six days would be cream and salmon pink, for all of the buildings in sight were painted in either colour. I came to Marrakech with Jack primarily for the fact that we are going to explore the city and use it for the Moroccan entry for Eat the Olympics. There is no better way of getting to understand a countries cuisine than by actually exploring for yourselves. Our first stop was the Four Seasons. We felt we were stung with …