Category Archives: sardines
a good collective noun
The south facing kitchen is illuminated by rays of bright, low autumn sun which are in part diffused by the rideaux on the window whilst the open door creates a geometric gash of gold on the tiled floor. There … Continue reading
Lunch with Molly…
Molly and I share similar tastes in that we both very much like roast chicken and sardines which Jenny does not. In a well ordered ménage à trois, as is ours, such a problem is not insurmountable being resolved by the simple … Continue reading
Vintage fish, vintage fish……a fast disappearing street cry.
“When there is absolutely nothing in the house, take a brace of pheasants, a pint of thick cream….” was the gist of Mrs.Beeton’s advice: admittedly this sensible advice related to the arrival of unexpected guests and here was I using … Continue reading
Algy’s gone and Al Fresco’s arrived….
It’s rush hour. It must be as I can just hear a motor bike in the distance over the deep silence that is the beginning of a summer’s day. This is the summer moment that I wait for throughout the … Continue reading