Category Archives: puff pastry
la veritable pissaladiere and other lies….
That which some believe to be an unimpeachable truth will always be questioned or pilloried by others who believe that their own version of that unimpeachable truth is clearly so much truer than the other unimpeachable claptrap. At this time our society is … Continue reading
Summer thoughts…
The laziness of summer days can be deliciously enervating. Only the bees are immune to this lassitude. August brings the humming noise of quietness to the garden which means that the last delinquent fledglings of this year are preparing to leave. In the … Continue reading
What starts off sweet, gets bitter and ends up nicely?…this post.
Why such a large proportion of us human beings should be so interested in the minutiae of lives that are as distant from our own existences as the sun, is always a surprise to me. As the polar caps melt, … Continue reading
….through the cooking glass …
As with Alice, the reverse can be, and often is, the truth. The real joy lies in the contents of the cooking glass passing through the cook. Sadly there is no clear reference as to how much joy can be … 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
Nobody hears an apple scream…..
Had the Swiss version of apple ducking taken place in the present “caring” climate, William Tell’s son would have been whisked away by Social Services before you could say “Please, Daddy, stop firing arrows at my head”. The Swiss, with … Continue reading
Something warm and sticky…
“Save it for a….” a/ bandage to staunch a spurting arterial bleed. b/ hat to put on your head as protection against molten lava belching from Krakatoa. c/ a rainy day. It’s not easy, I know, but then again £56, … Continue reading
The courting and seduction of the disingenuous plum
Summer seduces with warmth and blue skies, or the anticipation of both, whereas Autumn seduces with colour. I’m not alluding to the glorious annual show of colour produced by the forest, but to the luscious displays of damsons, figs, blackberries … Continue reading
Driving out the black dog………..
The black dog is abroad on such a day as today, which has been so remorseless in its doleful gloominess that the arrival of evening has been a sweet relief. As darkness falls the lights go on and the warmth … Continue reading