Category Archives: meringues
on doing one’s duty …
Whenever I hear of duty and the honour bestowed on those who, when called to it, perform it without question, I am whisked back to a much earlier time when, early each morning, I was to be found perched on a … Continue reading
As the sun goes down, a meringue comes up..
The change of season is never more apparent to a food photographer than when taking a daylight picture as the light of the day has begun to fade. On a good day, such as today, it fades away gloriously, but … Continue reading
The pain of separation….
I was thinking of meringues and then it started raining and the car wouldn’t start. That was one the sequences of events that will eventually make up today. A perfectly blue sky filled with puffy white clouds, reminiscent of a … Continue reading
Not so much Eton Mess ….more of a raspberry.
The white cup, containing six egg whites, had been trying to attract my attention for a couple of days. Sweet pastry and lemon fillings tend to create a supply of nascent soufflés and meringues by dint of the phrase “take … Continue reading
A rugged ascent of Mont Blanc or any stiff peak…
France and cream do not go together like a horse and carriage. The country whose cuisine is famed for its excesses of butter and cream does not have much of the latter, or at least “not as we know it, … Continue reading
One hell of an optimistic fly….
It’s rare to find a fly working so well as a photographic model. This one posed in several different positions, allowing me to focus and sort out aperture, etc without moving, apart from rubbing his hands together in anticipation of a … Continue reading
To make a good soup, the pot must only simmer or “smile”.
The aftermath of an intimate family weekend filled with sunshine, forest walks and market visits reveals that I talked and drank too much whilst omitting to take any pictures of the multitude of good things that I cooked for our … Continue reading
Blackberries,cream and sticky home made meringues….
…. are evocative of the clink of bone china, the murmur of quiet conversation and the smell of fresh mown grass on a hot Sunday afternoon, in late summer, in the home counties or in any good period costume drama. The … Continue reading
A meringue called Wonder.
There was a short interlude in summer yesterday. Whoever is in charge of the heavens opened them and emptied the bath water. Thus spat Zarathustra. Rather than stare hopelessly out of the window at the eternal grey I cooked. This … Continue reading
No flys on me or my meringues..
A quiet warm grey day started with taking last night’s meringues out of the now cold oven. As summer starts, even grey summer, fly covers are important in our kitchen, but maybe not as important as light. The rest of … Continue reading