Category Archives: Pears
brown sugar, how come you taste so good….*
A pudding as addictive as this is not for the abstemious nor for those who would eschew excesses of sugar and fat. This is phat….hot and tempting, dripping with butter and soft brown sugar, born out of a lasciviously lazy … Continue reading
What to do with a pear….
In the words of Edward Izzard “…pears can fuck off..”; so often, as with apricots, who can also fuck off, this advice proves to be invaluable to the shopper who yearns to be satisfied by one fruit or another. How … Continue reading
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
what’s brown and sticky…?
Neither of the predictable answers are funny but, inexcusably, I’ve laughed at both of them although, on one of those occasions, laughter was eminently excusable as the riddle was recounted by Lee Mack who is clever enough and, more importantly, funny … Continue reading
a question of taste….
Ronald Searle’s “Molesworth” books, of which I was a devotee when at prep school, often featured, among their wildly stylised illustrations, an image of what appeared to be a solid speckled cake like wedge, known as “seed cake”, and which … Continue reading
Just William…
Pears can be tricky, of that there is little doubt. There are times when they can just fuck off -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVTDwq2q3Ak – but that time was not this afternoon. The pear on my plate, by the name of William, could not have … Continue reading
..as I sat out one Spring morning….
Coffee in the peace of an early morning gives me that time to reflect and prepare myself for the day. The season has changed which means that this morning I enjoyed that moment in the warmth of the early morning sun. … Continue reading
Still waters…eaux de vie..
This man is disappearing. When I came to France, some 14 years ago, he and his brethren were part of the fabric of country life. He is a “bouilleur ambulant” or a peripatetic distiller; a bringer of joy and a creator … Continue reading
A fosse, a fosse, my kingdom for a well behaved fosse…
With such a charming soubriquet, the War of the Roses must have smelled sweeter than did our kitchen this morning. Rustic plumbing may have its charms but, so complete is their concealment, I have not yet had the chance to be … Continue reading
A puree of Gorgons’ heads…
“Cheap” is a much maligned word. Cheap skate, cheap shot, dirt cheap and on the cheap are terms that denigrate, that define something or someone as less than it or they should be. In our wealth driven society a divide has appeared. … Continue reading