Category Archives: Stephane Reynaud
..a rude awakening….
When I was first awakened by the black cock it would be fair to say that I was not ready for it. I sleep deeply, maybe not the sleep of the just but, having never experienced that, in a sleep that is … Continue reading
Shell shock…..
During my lifetime the word “simple”, or should I say its inference, has become the antithesis of that which I originally understood. My schooldays were passed in those halcyon days before society had become so cowed by the pinched face … Continue reading
one can never be too thin or too chocolatey….
Cooking with chocolate demands judgement and judgement demands evidence. My lips were smeared with compelling evidence as I marveled at the simplicity of this glossy tart. The first cut had no need to be the deepest as no tart before had adhered … Continue reading
a very well turned leg…
Among the many things with which I am familiar but, on closer examination, about which I know next to nothing, is the Bible. I undoubtedly absorbed more from Cecil.B,DeMille’s version of Biblical events than I did from the hours of … Continue reading
Du.u.u u ck…
Duck breasts in marinade I have a habit of forgetting a particular word. I can’t tell you what that particular word is as I’ve forgotten it but it serves to define the emotions we feel when fondly remembering earlier moments in … Continue reading
who killed coq Aubin?
There are but a few bottles that remain untouched from my wine cellars of yesteryear. I am miserly with them but there is a limit to the wisdom of such miserliness when the object of one’s affection has a finite life span. … Continue reading
Swing low, sweet chariot….
Apart from beating the Frenchies on their home ground on Sunday, which was pretty sweet, there were a couple of other sweet moments at the Sunday lunch table. A less sweet moment was realising that the beef, which rarely graces … Continue reading
“..and it’s lovely rice pudding for dinner again!”
Rice pudding has never been amongst my favourites – it has never sold itself very well to my mind. Riz à la crème appears on menus all over France, but like an unsporty child, it is never picked for my … Continue reading