Category Archives: food
Thinking of Spring in France….
The moment the sun comes out, after the Christmas break, my mind is filled with images of Spring which include eating and drinking delicious food and wine outside in the sun and not wearing socks, big pullovers and a woolly … Continue reading
the importance of buying Basil
I’m just mad about Basil, but Basil’s not mad about me…..which is disappointing. It may be that I’m too demanding; too in Basil’s face. I want him with me all the time, and Jenny’s OK with that, by the way, … Continue reading
flour power….the rise and fall…
I remember buying a box of Fecule de Pomme de Terre many years ago. The very fact that I can remember this bears witness to the vagaries of an aging mind. I can’t remember if I’ve just put the kettle … Continue reading
What about us grils?
I love grils don’t you mean girls what about us grils….. …this piece of remembered wisdom, scratched and biroed onto the lavatory wall of a Covent Garden bar, achieved a new and apposite meaning in our kitchen last night. Welsh … Continue reading
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
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
…..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
neither having nor eating one’s cake…..
The depths of my childhood deprivation have only recently become apparent. Unlike the majority of happy baby boomer children who enjoyed Pineapple Upside Down (PUD…perfect acronym) Cake at the end of every joyous Sunday lunch of their idyllic childhoods I … Continue reading
concerning the three great lies…..
In concert with the thrust of this piece it would be fair to say that the “three great lies” are a moveable feast. I have always considered that “there’s a cheque in the post” to be immutable, the first … Continue reading
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