Category Archives: buffalo mozzarella
Getting properly stuffed…
The association of stuffing and peppers has the ring of anathema. Experience, together with hearsay, tells us that nothing good can come of it. Just the mere consideration of such a possibility awakens the culinary Torquemada that lurks in the … 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
Aubergine the Über Gene….
Whenever I forget what’s for dinner or, more precisely, realise that I have forgotten to make anything for dinner, I pray for the presence of an aubergine to be in the near vicinity or, ideally, in our kitchen. It is … Continue reading
…and thyme rich
In my previous post I had availed myself of a metaphor which placed me in a kitchen, vigorously removing the seeds from a pomegranate with blows from a wooden spoon, whilst dressed in a white Dior sheath dress and which, not surprisingly, … Continue reading
It’d take more than an apple to tempt Adam…
Given the choice of watching paint dry or onions browning, I’d opt to sit on a terrace overlooking clear blue sea with a chilled glass of something delicious . I take this choice whenever I’m engaged in important, but time … Continue reading
An audience of one…
I am unaccustomed to public speaking. Even the simplest public address takes its toll. The very act of standing up before a sea of silent anticipation, even if that sea is a tiny inlet of family and friends, has the … Continue reading
Gina Lollobrigida, Ristretto, Ducati and Cannoli – what’s the question?
“Italian” is the answer to the question. Even though I remain a dyed in the wool Francophile, my sweetest memories of food are so often linked to the boot shaped country that gave us Vespas, Sophia Loren, Giotto, and Parmigiana … Continue reading
Ruminating on the dangers of rumination
Sitting outside the house last night, as the sun was going down, I thought I was ruminating, but luckily I wasn’t as Wikipedia has made it clear to me that, if I had been, I would be a suitable case … Continue reading