Category Archives: Apricot jam
chicken marmalade…..
I can never understand how jam, a confit of boiled fruit and sugar, can be known by the catchall of jelly and yet, in the USA, it apparently is. It’s the lack of care in defining the difference between a thick syrup, laden … Continue reading
A puree of Gorgons’ heads…
“Cheap” is a much maligned word. Cheap skate, cheap shot, dirt cheap and on the cheap are terms that denigrate, that define something or someone as less than it or they should be. In our wealth driven society a divide has appeared. … Continue reading
les jolies fesses de l’été….
When coming out to play the sun takes care to put on its hat but Mother Nature is less coy. The sensual fruits of summer are short lived so their pleasures should be wolfishly enjoyed before their bloom is replaced by putrefaction. Apricot is delicious … Continue reading
Last summer whine..
The silence after the hubbub of Sunday lunch is like the white noise that fills the brain as a general anaesthetic takes effect. There’s a mixture of narcotic pleasure in the cushioned lushness of the collapse from consciousness, combined with … Continue reading
Sponge cakes keep sticking to my bottom…
“I’ve tried everything” is a phrase often mouthed by those frustrated in adversity. What is startlingly clear to the listener is that, indeed, everything has not been tried. Among the things that have not been tried is the right thing. … Continue reading
Every picture does not tell this story..
There are occasions when only words will tell the story, not necessarily momentous occasions, although with the passing years I treat the moment of waking each day as increasingly momentous, but simple daily events that move me. Eating a very … Continue reading
In your face food…
Whenever I see fruit tarts or more particularly, pastry based confections piled high with cream and stickiness, there is, lurking at the back of my mind, a vision of that very “custard pie” on the front of someone else’s mind; … Continue reading
Hot chocolate virgin…
This country drips chocolate from every pore. In provincial France, good chocolatiers are nearly as ubiquitous as shoe shops, which only sell grotesque shoes, opticians and dodgy hair dressers upon which trio the French economy appears to depend. The illusion … Continue reading
Drive out the blues with brioche and apricot jam…
There is a mordant sadness, that is nearly tangible, about such a miserable February morning as this one . Normal antidotes, such as lighting the fire, and listening to Radio 4 with a steaming bowl of coffee cupped between slowly warming hands, seem … Continue reading