Category Archives: Fried eggs
I’m glad the rain does not raineth every day..
…but I stifled a cry of pleasure as I awoke to the welcome drumbeat of heavy rain which sounded like a heavenly annunciation that I would not be spending my day, as a latter day Sisyphus, endlessly filling and emptying a wheelbarrow with … Continue reading
The Prom Queen is safe for another year….
The worthy judges of the Pink Lady Food Photographer of the Year 2014 found me wanting yet again, so in accordance with Sean Connery’s assertion, in The Rock, that “winners go home and fuck the prom queen” it is my sad … Continue reading
Why put all your eggs in a basket when you have a frying pan….
I watched a sporting match at the weekend that failed to live up to its name. It was not the expectation, nor in fact the event itself, in which lay the failure: it was in the naming…..it was not a … Continue reading
Panning for gold….
“I break some good eggs into a bowl, I beat them well, I put in a good piece of butter in the pan. I throw the eggs into it and I shake it constantly. I am happy, monsieur, if this … Continue reading