Ah, sangria. Let me count the ways I love thee, Spanish wine based punch. A: a lot. For me, a sangria can take various forms; I basically chuck whatever I've got in the fridge in along with a bottle of white wine, bottle of red, some brandy and some OJ mixed with lemonade. Once in Lanzarote, my mum and I shared a very pleasant jug of Cava sangria for breakfast after a long walk on the coast, and that is always the one my sangrias aspire to these days. It was kind of orangey,

My friend Hannah is currently living it up in Barcelona thanks to her very romantic husband, who has whisked her there for 30th birthday celebrations. She is the biggest gin fan I know, and tauntingly whatsapped me a particularly lovely gin cocktail she came across in a bar there the other day. I was profoundly jealous, so made it myself - I had to make a few versions first to try, you understand - and it's too good not to share. Hannah's official Catalan Bellini was gin mare

I have been wanting to go to any of Jose Pizarro's restaurants for forever, so I was very happy to learn that I would actually be visiting the best one, Pizarro, for my friend Julia's birthday. We started off in The Garrison on Bermondsey St and virtually opposite his other no-bookings place, Jose, which had queues out the door for the duration. I first went to The Garrison in about 2006/7 when it opened, so was taken aback by how busy it was and how much the area as a whole

And so we have come to the third and final part of my Mallorquin food safari. Those of a sensitive disposition should look away now as I must warn you this post contains enough roasted baby animals to give even the staunchest carnivore a healthy dose of the meat sweats. Suckling pig is a big thing on Mallorca, and it is one I embraced wholeheartedly. Having once braved an entire roasted little piglet, which came to the table basically intact one Christmas at Shoreditch House,

¡Hola food friends! As some of you will have gathered from my brand spanking new Facebook page (do go over and Like me), I've just returned from a glorious ten days in Mallorca / Majorca and I selflessly used my time there to investigate the local delicacies with gusto in order to come back and tell you all about them. Here I am above bravely supping a hefty 275ml of the local cava on the sundrenched powdery white sand of Alcudia Bay. I know, tough life etc. Like Rimini, Alcu