Category Archives: 2013
A red cabbage is not just for Christmas…said the Ghost of Christmas Pissed
Benjamin Franklin mooted that guests are like fish, beginning to smell after three days, which is uncannily similar to my feelings about Christmas fare, thoughts of which arrive like unwanted guests some weeks before, and some days after, the event. … Continue reading
DisapPEARing act…
The last of the sweet Williams said their farewells to 2013 in the warm tones of the setting winter sun….and I shall do the same. A very Happy New Year to you all….see you next year.
a very sweet peary tale….
Once upon a time there was a very nice pear called William and I cooked him and ate him…and all of his family. As a peary tale, it’s grimm, but there it is; it’s rare for a pear to have … Continue reading
We Three Kings of Ory and Tar…
It’s a lovely song but it doesn’t take much to realise that something, or someone, is missing. The title declares the presence of three kings yet only the king of Tory and his chum, the king of Tar are mentioned. … Continue reading
It was the Sunday before Christmas…
…not that it made any difference, apart from the shops being open. If only those annoying people wouldn’t lie sleeping in the doorways. It’s exactly the sort of thoughtless behaviour that can so easily spoil Christmas. Just imagine…you’re coming out … Continue reading
The horny (or is it thorny) problem of oral satisfaction in public…
It’s not surprising that, of the two, only “brunch” has survived from the portmanteau duo which includes the unpleasantly named “tupper”. The end result of asking friends and acquaintances to join you for “tupper” would be, at best, a reduced circle of … Continue reading
The simple chemistry of eggs and butter…
Every now and then I abandon the keyboard and take a pen in my hand and move to a place in the house that is free from technology. Sitting by the fire in the fading daylight, surrounded by our books, … Continue reading
Why put all your eggs in a basket when you have a frying pan….
I watched a sporting match at the weekend that failed to live up to its name. It was not the expectation, nor in fact the event itself, in which lay the failure: it was in the naming…..it was not a … Continue reading
Pommes Boulangere.. smart lady, that baker’s wife
Each time that I make this simple dish there is, at the back of my mind, a nagging feeling that I have left out an ingredient. The recipe is not extensive in its demands which makes it even more surprising … Continue reading