The story of Leanne Duffin, who used her beauty salon to mask a lucrative coke and weed dealing ring.
Shrimp from the Lancashire bay have been considered a delicacy since the 1920s, but new fishing license laws, combined with the increased cost of sending boats out, means that only two trawlers now remain. Ray Edmondson is one of them.
Census data shows that white and Asian residents of Blackburn, Lancashire are increasingly divided. I visited restaurants in the town's “Asian quarter” to find out how a council regeneration scheme is forging links between the communities.
A match day favorite at Preston North End Football Club, butter pie is dense and nourishing and a little clammy. Its filling is pure, unrelenting, delicious fat.
Come watch our newest film, charting the controversial and unlikely rise of Blackpool grime.
Welcome back to The Last Bite, our column documenting the survival of traditional food establishments. Today, we head to Bury to visit an open-air market established back in 1444.
Most of the cheese sold in the UK is single curd but Mrs Kirkham’s make double curd: a blend of young “alive” curds and two-day old richer, nuttier curds. Combining the two matures the cheese and deepens the flavour.
“I can’t eat tripe. It’s horrible,” says Anita Clarke, owner of The Tripe and Sandwich Shop in Manchester. “It was like having snot in my mouth.” But how do you come to run one of the country’s only remaining tripe shops if you don’t actually like...
Grandma Singletons dairy is the UK’s largest sheep’s milk cheesemaker, producing around 60 tonnes of the stuff every year. Their speciality is Parlick Fell, a pure ewe’s milk cheese that tastes like a sweeter, creamier feta.
“Everything in the coffee industry is moving yet milk is overlooked,” says Noble Espresso’s Shaun Young, who has partnered with a Lancashire dairy farm to create specialist milk for coffee.
Four hundred years after the trial of Lancashire’s Pendle witches—12 men and women executed for witchcraft and murder—baker Christine Turner makes pies inspired by the broth served at their illicit gatherings.
Only a brief one, of course, because it quickly became very obvious that he didn't have the skill to play at county level.