I’m raging again. Not only have hackers stuffed my email into their shoplifting basket, but they now appear to have blessed me with the gift of a Trojan horse that has galloped through my hard drives successfully removing 6 years of digital files. The years pass, and although I have been steadily taking pictures since 1968, I now have a record of my work from around yesterday, midday. Many close friends have quietly lectured me on the importance of backing up files and I’ve been unequivocal in telling them all to fuck off. Quis custodiet custodes? – they’re all smoking crack behind the squash courts and it appears their guard is down, or the guards are going down on each other. My anti virus is about as effective as anitpasto. So, let’s start again. Let’s start again with St.Emilion au Chocolat, which I first shot yesterday afternoon but a virus corrupted the files so I couldn’t open them. I’ve just shot it again, and thankfully all the Trojans, worms and viruses appear to be having a Sunday afternoon kip as an image of the delicious pudding duly appeared in Photoshop as opposed to the small grey square in the middle of the screen which informs me that “the computer says no” or that the file is not recognised by anyone anywhere, and am I all right with that – answer “yes” or “no” .
This is a good thing to eat, particularly if you avoid any sort of conservative approach in the addition of Cognac. I certainly did ignore that approach and my efforts may well have restored the ailing Cognac industry, because it certainly restored my ailing spirits. Here’s the recipe from Nigel Slater’s “must have” book, from 1997, “Real Cooking”.