Category Archives: cherries
smoke and sorcery….
This morning I awoke to the scent of wood smoke; a scent so filled with memories that I wished it could somehow be preserved. On inspection it was clear that some red hot ashes, all that remained of last night’s log fire, had metamorphosed … Continue reading
the smell of the cooking, and the roar of the cook….
I’ve had a quiet day cooking on my own. The cooking was quiet but the peace was spoiled by someone talking to himself. Being alone in the house does not spare me from myself. My mistake lies in turning on … Continue reading
Not fooling with my cherry….
Ripe, red cherries remove my will power and, at the first bite, stir old memories of climbing ladders into cherry trees laden with fruit that looked like jewelry, of finding that all cherries were not red, of delighting in the beauty of … Continue reading
Not standing the heat, I have got out of the kitchen…
Bananas for breakfast in the sun…after coffee and cherries. “Summer Cooking” by Elizabeth David is amongst my favourite books, but on a day like today the title is not. I associate the word cooking with heat, so when the temperature … Continue reading
….stoned and seeing red.
There is something iconic and primal about cherries. Apart from their perfect shape and colour, the true beauty of cherries lies in their ability to get stoned while I get juiced. The voluptuous simplicity of their shape and colour is seductive. … Continue reading
I seem to have lost my cherry..
Winter days start in deep darkness and summer days in bright blankness, two versions of one and the same thing: the empty sheet of paper. I dream a lot which means that my mind has been buzzzzing all night. Sleep … Continue reading
What are two sheep tied to a tree called in La Moussiere?
Oddly enough, much to Celtic amazement, not a leisure centre. However, these two sheep in the meadow adjacent to our house are looking closely at the leisure centre of a, sadly now deceased, local farmer which is encapsulated in this tiny … Continue reading
Well, that just puts the cherry on the cake…..
The oven is dead, long live the oven. In the words of Ambrosiana -” that puts the cherry on the cake” – a strangely inappropriate phrase as making a cake is not on the cards at the moment, and also a … Continue reading