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Category Archives: Toulouse sausages
thoughts while contemplating a sausage sandwich…
Deeply, madly and truly enervated; that’s me today. I rarely find a use for the “e” word as, happily, I am, for the most part, happy. At the moment, however, I am often not which is why I’m so utterly … Continue reading
Posted in 2017, Breakfast, Cooking, Digital photography, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, France, Humour, Photography, photography course, Photography holiday, Sausages, Sunday, Sunday breakfast, Toulouse sausages, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged Breakfast, clear thinking, cooking, digital photography, food, Food photographer, France, Humour, Photography, Photography course, simple logic, social networking, Vendee, writing
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Eating outdoors at last….
Dreams have the unfortunate habit of remaining unfulfilled so it is always a delight to have one come true. As the years have passed I have learnt to keep my dreams simple so, on this cusp of summer time, the … Continue reading
Posted in 2014, Cookery Writers, Cooking, Digital photography, Drinks, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, France, Garden, harmony, Kitchens, Meat, Nigel Slater, Photography, photography course, Toulouse sausages, Uncategorized, Weather, wine, Writing
Tagged clear thinking, cookery books, cooking, delicious confection, digital photography, dreams, Eating al fresco, food, Food photographer, food photographers, France, nigel slater, outdoors, Photography course, puy lentils, recipe, red wine, Summer, Toulouse sausages, writing
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Toulouse low tech…or a french sausage sandwich
The decision that the film making day should always begin at an unthinkably early hour is one with which I never fully came to terms. Not surprisingly, I was also deeply unhappy with the decision, which looked to me like … Continue reading
Posted in 2014, Breakfast, Cooking, Digital photography, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, Humour, Meat, Photography, photography course, Toulouse sausages, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged Bacon sandwich, Breakfast, Calcutta Cup, clear thinking, coal face, cooking, delicious confection, digital photography, film catering, Food photographer, Humour, Photography course, Sausage sandwich, the film industry, The Six Nations, writing
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Sausage and mash with onion gravy ….. a good cure for grey Januariness..
White is absent; grey is in the ascendant. We are at the beginning of our happy new year yet our hopes are already pinned on tomorrow. Rain drops fall from the eaves mimicking the sound of irregular footsteps but no … Continue reading
Posted in 2014, Cookery Writers, Cooking, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, Herbs and Spices, mashed potatoes, Neil Perry, photography course, Photography holiday, Recipes, sea salt, Toulouse sausages, Uncategorized, Vegetables, Writing
Tagged Bangers and mash, cooking, creamy mashed potatoes, delicious confection, digital photography, floury potatoes, food, Food photographer, France, mashed potatoes, onion gravy, potato ricer, Recipes, sausages, writing
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Neither a borrower nor a lentil be…
There is nothing glamorous about the green lentil yet, from the rich and varied universe of the dried pulse, it holds sway as my unchallenged favourite. There is no question that it needs a little help but, if that help … Continue reading
Posted in 2013, Cooking, Digital photography, food, Food and Photography, Food photographer, Humour, lifestyle, Luck, Meat, Photography, Puy Lentils, Toulouse sausages, Uncategorized, Vegetables, Writing
Tagged Begging, Borrowing, clear thinking, cooking, D.H.Lawrence, delicious confection, digital photography, Food photographer, Humour, Lending, literature, Moral, Photography, Photography course, Recipes, red wine, Traffic lights, Tramp, Vendee, William Shakespeare, writing
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2 across: what connects tripe, ears and trotters? 3 letters.
This morning I became acutely aware of a personal weakness, one that may be called enigmatic in that this particular weakness is ambivalent. The Pauline moment was upon me as I read a post filled with tripe and piggy offal … Continue reading
