Category Archives: Hard boiled eggs
that’s the whole point….
Aside from forgetting the names of people, things, places and events during conversations, which failing I have decided is probably a good thing, my memory is as good as the gear box in a rarely used classic car; hard to … Continue reading
breaking eggs badly…the box set
As a cook, it is not unusual for me to find myself uncomfortably perched on the pointy bits of the dilemma which involves guessing an egg’s age. Not unlike ourselves, eggs of different ages behave very differently and I find that I … Continue reading
a fistful of phalli….a posy of violettes..
This is a good example of a gratuitous food shot: a waste of time and space,,,but quite funny. In a recent post I wrote disparagingly of white asparagus; those fat, firm, and pallid phalli which serve to testify that however … Continue reading
A Tale of Two Pies…
It was the very best of pies: it was the very worst of pies.Veal and ham pie, best described as a long raised meat pie with a row of hard boiled eggs running through the middle, is part and parcel of … Continue reading
saying the C word loudly…..CLUCK, OH CLUCKING CLUCK
I can well understand the clucking of hens a laying and I am in awe of the stoicism that prevents them from declaring more stridently.Just considering the concept of a life spent passing objects the size of one’s head ( … Continue reading
the wild bunch take a bath…
I could not help but notice the very human characteristics being displayed by this particular bunch. It is clear to me that there is leader, head and shoulders above the others, who is holding court to this sycophantic bunch 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
Making friends with an old enemy…….
Beetroot, in recent years, has at last become persona grata in my kitchen. As a baby boomer, I still have a clear image in my mind of what passed for a fresh summer salad in the days of my youth. … Continue reading