Winter in Piedmont means that the local farmer’s market is full of apples grown in the rolling hills which surround Mondovi. And that means I have no choice other than to make torta de mela or Italian apple cake! This recipe is adapted from one I found elsewhere with the main difference being that I…
Author: Migration | Inequality | Power
I am a researcher, writer and international policy adviser whose work explores migration, inequality and power. For more than three decades, I have worked across borders and institutions to understand why people move, how policies shape their lives and opportunities, and the inequalities that influence who is able to move, where and under what conditions.
I have held senior research and leadership roles in the UK government, universities and the United Nations, and have led major international research programmes across Africa, Asia, Europe and the Americas. Much of my work has focused on migration, displacement and inequality, and on trying to bridge the often considerable gap between research, policy and people's lived experiences.
More recently, I have begun exploring some of these same questions about power and inequality through food. I am currently writing The Taste of Power: How Five Foods Changed the World, which follows rice, maize, potatoes, tomatoes and apples to explore how ordinary foods have shaped empires, economies, identities and resistance.
I live in Italy, where I am also a commercial hot air balloon pilot.
Myanmar, Myo Myo and me
Food is the ingredient that binds us together — Unknown The idea for this blog came as I wandered around Mingalar Market in Nyaungshwe on the edge of Inle Lake in the heart of Myanmar (Burma). I was walking around the market with Myo Myo, a local Burmese woman with whom I’d made contact the…
Why ‘ese ne tekrema’?
This is me just after my recent cooking course with Myo Myo in the small town of Nyaungshwe on the banks of Inle Lake in Myanmar (Burma). If I look rather pleased with myself it’s because I was. Within three hours of jumping on the back of Myo Myo’s motor bike we had been to…