Hi everyone! So, I don’t do a lot of cooking - but one thing I do love to make is a sausage casserole. My fiancé says this is because it's the only thing I can cook, but this isn’t true I promise.. I also make a mean tea and toast!

Growing up, I remember always returning home after playing football (which was all I did), and trying to guess what was cooking by the smell coming from the kitchen. I could be wrong here, but anytime it was cold and wet I always seem to remember that this would the smell of a sausage casserole. There was no better meal to come home to when I was hungry and tired.

I loved it then, but I think I love it even more now! It's so quick and easy, but absolutely delicious. Enjoy!

This recipe is a quick-bite, easy, and very common Polish street food that was always an exciting part of any trip or holiday for me. You can find zapiekankas in any Polish city, but the most famous ones are from Kazimierz in Krakow, where they can be found in various flavours and with crazy toppings. You can find small, single-serve ones or giant ones that are over 3 feet long! These are made for sharing with friends - which makes them perfect the refuel food after a long day of sightseeing.. or after a crazy night out!

Here's my recipe for recreating this perfect combo of crunchy bread and melted cheese at home - enjoy! This is the classic version, but you could make it your own by adding any topping you like. Think sliced tomatoes, chillies.. or even some of our steak chunks!

Hi, Brian here! I thought that with this extra cold weather we've been having, I'd keep it simple and go for an old classic - my steak and sausage pie. Brilliant all year round, but even better on a dark cold night. This steak pie has always been a favourite of mine, whether it was gathered round the fire with family at the New Year's bells or just on a lazy Sunday all wrapped up in the house.. I've always loved a warm winter steak pie. Let's get started, I'm getting hungry just talking about it!
One of the best memories I have and carry with me from my childhood, is waking up to the smell of my mum’s ragù on a Sunday morning filling every room in my home. It was like a warm hug - what a beautiful way to wake up! That smell would tell me that I had lasagne or pappardelle to look forward to, and that friends or family would be coming round for a meal with us to spend some quality time together. Food really brings people together, and for me personally nothing does it better than a great ragù cooking on the stove for hours.