Category Archives: apricots
Long summer days with rain pass slowly with the dullness of a nagging pain. Sixteen hours of twilight.The kitchen is unusually sombre. A bowl of ripe apricots is today’s sun.
When coming out to play the sun takes care to put on its hat but Mother Nature is less coy. The sensual fruits of summer are short lived so their pleasures should be wolfishly enjoyed before their bloom is replaced by putrefaction. Apricot is delicious … Continue reading
The silence after the hubbub of Sunday lunch is like the white noise that fills the brain as a general anaesthetic takes effect. There’s a mixture of narcotic pleasure in the cushioned lushness of the collapse from consciousness, combined with … Continue reading
There are occasions when only words will tell the story, not necessarily momentous occasions, although with the passing years I treat the moment of waking each day as increasingly momentous, but simple daily events that move me. Eating a very … Continue reading
On the way to La Rochelle there is an Oasis, set in a shady clearing by the roadside, that is only open for the summer months. L’Oasis is a shack, the open side of which is filled with trays overflowing … Continue reading