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Embark on a real foodie journey with Julie Harris
Welcome to Gravy stains and tall tales: A real foodie journey, where every dish comes with a story, and every stain has a memory. This blog isn’t about perfectly plated food or spotless kitchens – it’s about the messes we make, the laughter that echoes around the dinner table, and the unforgettable meals that leave a mark long after the plates are cleared.
From pub grub to family recipes passed down through generations, we’ll explore the real, unpolished side of food – the mishaps, the triumphs, and the tall tales that make every bite worth savouring. Pull up a chair and dig in!
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The blog…
Dive into delightful recipes that blend Canadian heritage with British flair! Julie’s creations promise to tantalize your taste buds and spark joy in your kitchen.
Get behind-the-scenes glimpses of pub life and learn how Julie transformed her dreams into reality, one dish at a time.
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The book…
Lies, theft and shit on the ceiling: A Canadian’s journey to pub ownership in England
Coming soon!
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Indulge in the authenticity of homemade meals and the warmth of shared tales.
Alone, overdressed, and mildly unhinged… my first attempt at dining alone.
It starts hours before the actual event. Not the dinner. The idea of the dinner. You’re in your hotel room, standing in front of a mirror, trying on versions of yourself like outfits. This one looks too try-hard. That one…
You only live once. The clock doesn’t care
It usually begins the same way. A message, sent late in the evening, when the house is quiet and the day has finally stopped asking anything of you. You can almost picture it without trying. Someone on the sofa, glass…
Dalyan, Day 9: The hangover reckoning and why this place won’t let you leave
There’s always one day on a trip where the wheels come off. Not dramatically. Not in a blaze of glory. Just… quietly. Like your dignity slipping out the back door while you’re face down in a pillow, bargaining with your…
Day 8 in Dalyan: Interviews, fighter jets, karaoke crimes, and the köfte of redemption
First things first—I’ve officially broken my own rule and I apologise. All week I’ve been smugly tapping away at these posts like some sort of disciplined, well-adjusted human being with structure and routine. And then, like all good habits, it…
Day 7 in Dalyan: Turtle trauma, marshmallow piña coladas, and whatever was dying next door
You ever get woken up by a sound so aggressive, so wildly committed to being heard, that your brain just… gives up trying to label it? That was us. Next door. Something between a donkey in emotional crisis and a…
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I genuinely didn’t mean to write a book.
I meant to run a nice little English pub, serve decent food, pour pints and perhaps maintain some level of emotional stability.
Instead I spent years refereeing drunken arguments, surviving Sunday roast warfare, managing chefs held together by caffeine and rage, and listening to customers confess things that should absolutely have stayed between them and their therapist.
Somewhere along the line I realised British pubs are the last great uncensored theatre left on earth.
People walk in for “one quick drink” and six hours later they’re crying over darts, arguing about gravy or attempting to fight shrubbery in the car park.
So I started writing the stories down.
And somehow that became Lies, Theft and Shit on the Ceiling.
Honestly, the whole thing feels less like a publishing journey and more like evidence for future court proceedings.
People keep nervously asking me whether the characters in Gravy Stains and Tall Tales are based on real people.
Now, legally speaking, the stories are “loosely inspired by actual events.”
Which is publishing language for:
“Some of you behaved like complete fucking lunatics and I took notes.”
Naturally names were changed. Details were softened. Timelines blurred slightly. Mostly because I enjoy avoiding court appearances and being allowed back into villages.
But the truly fascinating part is this:
Every single person thinks the book is about them.
Honestly, some of you are so vain you could read a chapter about a drunken man arguing with a traffic cone behind the kebab shop at 2am and immediately think:
“…that better not be fucking me.”
Relax.
It probably isn’t.
After enough years running a pub, everyone slowly merges together into one giant alcoholic fever dream involving gravy, emotional damage, relationship breakdowns and somebody crying beside the fruit machine.
But if you DO recognise yourself in the book…
…shame on you for being naughty enough to become material.
More pub chaos, bad decisions and village folklore at:
Meet Ron the Thong.
Absolute legend.
Naturally, after years of dealing with pub chaos, emotionally unstable chefs, village lunatics and customers who treated the bar like group therapy, I ended up writing a book about all of it.
And yes… Ron made the cut.
Frankly, leaving him out would have been historically irresponsible.
More pub chaos, stories and book nonsense at:
www.julieharris.co.uk
If your Yorkshire pudding can’t survive severe weather conditions, start again. 🍺
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France is deeply unfair.
You wander into a random roadside shop expecting disappointment and somehow leave with:
🥖 bread that could repair emotional damage
🧈 butter made by dairy sorcerers
🐟 canned sardines better than most restaurant meals
🍷 wine cheaper than bottled water back home
🫘 beans people speak about like national treasures
Meanwhile in Britain we’re still emotionally recovering from meal deals.
Also, the French absolutely judge you if you eat between 2 p.m. and 7 p.m.
Adapt or starve.
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