Inside the bubble that is my today, all is peace and tranquility. Outside this bubble, even through the muffling effects of both choice and double glazing, farm machines are ceaselessly thrumming. Those outside of my bubble are marching to the beat of a different thrum. Thoreau’s advice rings in my ears but I shall not be stepping to that beat, however near it may be, as I simply don’t want to. The corn is high and, this morning, the sun of recent days has been replaced by the rumble of thunder, the clatter of raindrops on tin roofs, the rhythmic drone of machines as stern faced farmers slug it out with careless Mother Nature and the muted clack of a keyboard as I adjust the colours of the season with the clear knowledge that they will be a pale reflection of the original which, unlike the image, is an intrinsic part of a whole too big to grasp, to comprehend. I can only take tiny spoonfuls from the edge of the dish and marvel at the infinity of tastes to come.
Deftly sidestepping any further idolisation of that Prima Donna let us move on to another. We seem, of late, to have been eating a lot of potatoes which quickly brings to mind the baked potato costume of a recent post. A diet of potatoes would certainly encourage an appearance that would suggest that one was permanently wearing such a costume, which knowledge councils us to consume them in moderation. Potato abuse is rife, and is to be avoided. However, when it comes to people who have devoted their lives and money to the avoidance of being a baked potato look- alike, Joan Collins must top the list for her generation. This being the case it surprised me to hear it said that, in her list of favourite dishes, a baked potato filled with cream and caviare reigned supreme. I have no idea how much truth there is to be found in this rumour, but it has been enough to allow us, guiltlessly, to eat a cut price version of this delicious creation on a regular basis. Creme fraiche and lumpfish replace the choice filling of the heroine of ” The Stud”….read into this what you will.