Category Archives: anchovies
…..has beans
Several mouse clicks ago my opening line would have been very different to this but the moving mouse clicked and having clicked moved on leaving one of my firmly held beliefs in tatters. Baked beans, Heinz or the like, and … 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
hold the anchovies….
I never fail to be surprised at how many people appear have an aversion to anchovies whereas I cannot imagine being without them, in the same way that I cannot imagine being without olive oil, tomatoes, onions and garlic. If ever there … Continue reading
not faking it ….
There is a trinity of enhanced pleasure givers without which I would consider my store cupboard to be bare. These three are the saucy undies of the kitchen. The Ann Summers peek-a-boo, knickerless crotches that will serve to stiffen the flaccid … Continue reading
French Farce…
Stuffed peppers have steadfastly kept their place in my pantheon of “least favourite dishes” As I grow older I have found so many “least favourite dishes” that I am searching for a new duo of comparative and superlative to replace “lesser” and “least”; I … Continue reading
la veritable pissaladiere and other lies….
That which some believe to be an unimpeachable truth will always be questioned or pilloried by others who believe that their own version of that unimpeachable truth is clearly so much truer than the other unimpeachable claptrap. At this time our society is … Continue reading
Getting a bit crusty with Ottolenghi…..
As a rule, it is unusual for me to find either TV chefs or lumps of cooked egg white enjoyable. There’s a relentlessness about television presenters, that may well be part of their training, which serves to quickly remove any … Continue reading
Getting properly stuffed…
The association of stuffing and peppers has the ring of anathema. Experience, together with hearsay, tells us that nothing good can come of it. Just the mere consideration of such a possibility awakens the culinary Torquemada that lurks in the … Continue reading
I got the bleus..du ciel, de la mer..the summertime bleus.
It might surprise you to hear that I’ve been ranting quite a lot over the last day or two, although surprise may not be first among the emotions felt, by those of you who know me well, on hearing that unsurprising news. I’ve … Continue reading
“Let them eat carrot cake”…a quicker route to the guillotine…
I have never come to terms with cake made from carrots. Such root vegetables were very popular as sweetening agents in the 18th century but even Marie Antoinette had more sense than to attempt to appease the ravenous sans culottes with … Continue reading