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
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
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
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
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
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