Category Archives: cous cous
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
A very sexy tagine, whose Eastern promise does not disappoint….
I dreamt recently that I was in conversation with good friends but couldn’t remember anyone’s name…seems so familiar to my waking life, that maybe it wasn’t a dream. In the same way, I read a blog yesterday which lauded the … Continue reading
On the trail of the toothsome pine…
The muffled drumbeat of rain on the awning has not been heard for some time, but there it was, like an unexpected knock on the door that momentarily causes the smile to drain from the face. Being English we have … Continue reading
an appetite for Morocco and lizards …
Today, I rescued a lizard from drowning. Not once, but twice. This is unusual as I am normally the lizard pallbearer. Lemmings may have been cleared of suicidal tendencies, but the lizard’s tendency to ring down its own curtain has … Continue reading
Fire up the de Lorean….
We arrived home without the expected three explosive flashes that accompany the moment of return from voyages back to the future. The sharp intake of breath as we entered our glacial stone house created more of a whimper than a bang. … Continue reading
Tagine recipe that I forgot to post,,,,
The key to a tagine, in my view, is the Chermoula. If possible make it the day before; marinade whatever meat you’re using in the chermoula in the morning and give it a first cooking that evening so that the … Continue reading
The Road to Marocco….
The pool has turned green which is normally a sure sign of summer. On the strength of its greenness, and therefore summeriness, I have cooked a tagine. This has caused rain to fall and the wind to blow. The latter is … Continue reading
Another bad meal at Restaurant Television….
I’m beginning to experience a previously unknown frisson of excitement each time I turn on the television in the evening. We have entered a golden era of extended choice of viewing which bears an uncommon resemblance to an embossed leather … Continue reading
To make a good soup, the pot must only simmer or “smile”.
The aftermath of an intimate family weekend filled with sunshine, forest walks and market visits reveals that I talked and drank too much whilst omitting to take any pictures of the multitude of good things that I cooked for our … Continue reading
Je suis absolument “Hank Marvin” et je pourrait tuer pour un “Ruby Murray”
These are the words Parisian restaurateurs would be hearing if the rugby world cup was taking place in France. Ethnic food is the lifeblood of English cuisine. Take away, an apposite word indeed, the Indian, Chinese, Thai, Korean, Mexican, Italian, Spanish, Lebanese et al, … Continue reading