Giorgos leads an interesting life. His job is to take a rag-tag bunch of travellers, put them on a 50-foot single-hulled yacht and sail them across the Aegean Sea (preferably into some sort of dramatic sunset).
When cookbook author Tessa Kiros turned 18 she left home in South Africa to travel and learn more about the world. She spent her twenties working in different restaurants and with families in London, Sydney, Mexico and Athens, finding mentors to lead her through the twisting paths of global gastronomy.
Recipe taken from Venezia: Food & Dreams by Tessa Kiros
Tiramisu an be varied as much as you like: make it less sweet, more sweet; serve it with gratings of dark chocolate on the top; use whatever alcohol you like, such as Grand Marnier, whisky or marsala. It’s also very easy to make double the amount.
Unless you’re a dedicated snow man (or woman) you’ll probably want to ensure that your summer months are spent soaking up the sun somewhere it’s actually guaranteed to shine. But where in the world is that? Short answer, Croatia.
Our Intrepid Foodies are like a culinary team of super heroes. And whenever the earth is threatened (or we’re hungry for new food adventures) they swoop in and give us the low down on must-try dishes, authentic local recipes and the scrumptious secrets that make their destinations tick. They’re like The Avengers, but with added quinoa.
If you’re anything like us, you leave your New Year’s Eve plans ‘til the last minute and subject yourself to a frenzy of pre-celebratory anxiety.
Considered the national soup of Morocco, harira is a fragrant dish that’s traditionally consumed as the first meal for breaking the Ramadan fast. It’s believed to be of Berber origin, and Intrepid’s friends on the ground in Morocco have provided the below recipe. Splendid.
There are a lot of myths about sailing the high seas. Some people think you need to know the nautical names of every sheet (sorry, ropey thing) and smell of seaweed all day, others reckon you can only do it on a giant cruise ship with four cinemas and a pants-exploding buffet station.
When sailing in Europe, you have to slap yourself every once in a while to make sure you haven’t stumbled into a cliché. Lying on a warm deck, with the waves of the Mediterranean lapping against the hull and the cliff-top villages of Amalfi drifting past the starboard bow, it can all get a little surreal.