Category Archives: goat cheese
juggling on radio…..
A blindfolded man is given a glass of dark beer to taste. He tastes the beer, licks his lips and nods in approval at which point the blindfold is removed causing the subject of the tasting to smile and say … Continue reading
on becoming Ken Dodd….and other recipes…
On taking stock of things, I never seem to have enough. More precisely, I never seem to have enough of the things of which I would like an excess. Money, hair and teeth would come high on the list although, … Continue reading
Size is everything…..
The priapic appearance of courgettes and cucumbers has been known to engender lewd and goatish thoughts but. if one intends to eat the vegetable, the promise of satisfaction is illusory and disappointment the climax. Size is indeed everything, and in the case of … 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
The Goat of many colours that my mama gave to me…
I have just noticed that Tennessee produces some fine goat cheeses which leads me to surmise that it was Dolly’s original intention to sing her about her goat rather than the unfortunate fashion choice of her mother which resulted in … 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