Category Archives: capers
taking the piss….
Manneken Pis, Pissenlit, Pisse-Dru, Tant Pis, Pissaladiere…there’s something very French about pissing; about not searching for a convenient bush or shady corner but just having a piss when the moment takes you. I should make it clear that this is singularly, … Continue reading
not faking it ….
There is a trinity of enhanced pleasure givers without which I would consider my store cupboard to be bare. These three are the saucy undies of the kitchen. The Ann Summers peek-a-boo, knickerless crotches that will serve to stiffen the flaccid … Continue reading
Beefheart
The long awaited day has at last arrived. The tomatoes that I purchased this morning taste of tomato rather than water. It is a moment that I relish each summer and my celebration today will be for the coeur de boeuf … Continue reading
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
Spend, spend, spend…..
Today, I have been writing, cooking and taking pictures which, to my mind, has been time well spent. My principal currency is time and, as it cannot be saved, I spend freely of it. The house is quiet and the … Continue reading
Not standing the heat, I have got out of the kitchen…
Bananas for breakfast in the sun…after coffee and cherries. “Summer Cooking” by Elizabeth David is amongst my favourite books, but on a day like today the title is not. I associate the word cooking with heat, so when the temperature … Continue reading
…putting a name to a beak.
In the still of this sunfilled early morning, there’s me and legion of small birds who are all making their particular peaceful noises, that I recognise but can’t put a beak to. Bees, so fat that they have no business … Continue reading
You can tell a book from its cover..
I’ve recently come to the opinion that we’re much more successful at preserving vegetables than we are at preserving youthful looks. In that half land of waking, this morning, the imagined strains of a childhood song, “With a face like … Continue reading
First taste of summer…
For three successive mornings we have woken to sun pouring in through the windows. But winter habits being hard to shake off, ask any monk, on my way back from buying bread, I stopped at Claude’s house to order some … Continue reading
