Category Archives: wine
on eating alone…
I have always enjoyed eating alone in restaurants; not because I eschew the company of others but because it means I can selfishly choose foods and wines that might have to be the subject of debate and compromise were I … Continue reading
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
a bunch of whoppers….
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Radishes have an unmistakable affinity with untruths or, as they’re more commonly known, lies. Good ones are well formed and attractively packaged in bunches which seductive combination is irresistible, even if you don’t know … Continue reading
bored of the flies…..
The sun has finally, if temporarily, ceased its curmudgeonly behaviour and has had the good seasonal grace to put on its hat and come out to play.Summer’s forte lies in promises rather than foreplay and as these promises are so … Continue reading
..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
‘aving a larf..
It is not unusual for children to dislike, and to take extreme steps to avoid, both vegetables and Shakespeare. I prefer vegetables to either children or Shakespeare which preference may well be blamed on their parallel and equally irritating proclivity to tell jokes that aren’t funny; it … Continue reading
on a wing and a préau….
The longing, in this month of April, for the warmth of summer is with me for an unseemly proportion of my waking and dreaming moments. A longing that has me limping along these final few furlongs of heavy going before winter, … Continue reading
…hints of jam,..cinnamon…and a sprinkling of ….sugar.
The disappointingly dull explanation, when recounted to me in my childhood, of how a ship got into a bottle failed then, as now, to raise more than a bored ooh, or a stifled aah. Why one should choose to put, by necessity, … Continue reading
What first attracted me to the millionaire potato cake…
On a recent evening, when I was cooking for one, I came across this very simple recipe, whose heritage I was blissfully unaware. I have always advocated simplicity in cooking which does not in any way imply thoughtlessness or carelessness in the … Continue reading
lunch: a user’s manual..
Let me be clear, I don’t give a flying fuck if Marie Antoinette said brioche, chelsea buns or if she said bugger all…I’m saying it now…”let them eat cake”. In particular, let them eat this cake. Amaretti biscuits have always been … Continue reading