Category Archives: Thyme
keeping a lid on it…
I dislike fridge door stickers a lot. They, like limpets on a boat’s bottom, appear out of nowhere and multiply. Fridge door stickers, limpets and flies may well come from the same family. Summer time is indeed here and … Continue reading
taking the piss….
Manneken Pis, Pissenlit, Pisse-Dru, Tant Pis, Pissaladiere…there’s something very French about pissing; about not searching for a convenient bush or shady corner but just having a piss when the moment takes you. I should make it clear that this is singularly, … Continue reading
on a wing and a préau….
The longing, in this month of April, for the warmth of summer is with me for an unseemly proportion of my waking and dreaming moments. A longing that has me limping along these final few furlongs of heavy going before winter, … Continue reading
y ail, y ail, aulx…..
It has been passed down in rhyme and song that Old Macdonald had a farm, y ail, y ail, aulx and on that farm he may well have had pigs, chickens and cows but there is no mention of garlic which … Continue reading
…and thyme rich
In my previous post I had availed myself of a metaphor which placed me in a kitchen, vigorously removing the seeds from a pomegranate with blows from a wooden spoon, whilst dressed in a white Dior sheath dress and which, not surprisingly, … Continue reading
A well turned leg…
“He’s looking at my legs again…” is the frequent bleat of attractive young lambs. Having your legs checked out, as a lamb, will mean one of two things: you’re about to become the plaything of a lonely shepherd or you’r changing … Continue reading
Of armpits and artichokes…
Yesterday began in a most unusual way. I function, during my morning bathroom ritual, on “auto pilot”. An order of events has insinuated itself, over the passing years, which means that once ablutions have commenced I’m not particularly conscious of that which … Continue reading
Pommes Boulangere.. smart lady, that baker’s wife
Each time that I make this simple dish there is, at the back of my mind, a nagging feeling that I have left out an ingredient. The recipe is not extensive in its demands which makes it even more surprising … Continue reading
the rhythm of thyme….
Monotony has a way of reducing dreams to ashes. We need a change from the monotone. an arrhythmic interval such as is provided by the warm rain falling on my bare feet, which protrude from beneath the awning, as I … Continue reading
Always look on the bright side of rice…..
Billions of Christians across the world will be making the best of a Good Friday that was far from good for the main protagonist who was executed in the most grisly fashion for the good of mankind. Looking at the … Continue reading
