Category Archives: Almonds
did you think I’d crumble..
Crumble is an apposite word for this time of year when the testing dullness of January reduces resolution to surrender. That enervating post Christmas week, which gave us pause to recognise that we must change ourselves for the better, slough … Continue reading
A cake named Joan …
Bakewell is to be found in Derbyshire as well as in the name of a celebrated jam filled, almond flavoured confection but, for me, Bakewell will forever be associated with crumpets. Joan Bakewell is an English journalist, television presenter and Labour Party … Continue reading
a very sweet peary tale….
Once upon a time there was a very nice pear called William and I cooked him and ate him…and all of his family. As a peary tale, it’s grimm, but there it is; it’s rare for a pear to have … Continue reading
A very sexy tagine, whose Eastern promise does not disappoint….
I dreamt recently that I was in conversation with good friends but couldn’t remember anyone’s name…seems so familiar to my waking life, that maybe it wasn’t a dream. In the same way, I read a blog yesterday which lauded the … Continue reading
Pimping my nuts….
It’s so easy to lose control. I am bitterly aware that one can have enough of a good thing, and it was clear that my nuts were starting to play too big a part in my life. There is a … Continue reading
Fire up the de Lorean….
We arrived home without the expected three explosive flashes that accompany the moment of return from voyages back to the future. The sharp intake of breath as we entered our glacial stone house created more of a whimper than a bang. … Continue reading
Gold,Frankincense and what the f…k is that….
Glacé cherries and Christmas decorations have something in common apart from looking cheap and cheerful. Their communion is that they both offer much more than they can ever deliver in that they depend on a thin veneer of cosmetic attraction … Continue reading
Algy’s gone and Al Fresco’s arrived….
It’s rush hour. It must be as I can just hear a motor bike in the distance over the deep silence that is the beginning of a summer’s day. This is the summer moment that I wait for throughout the … Continue reading
What is good for the goose is ….where’s the gander gone?
A bag of goose eggs has recently become part of my larder and although I tweeted loudly, as I imagine the goose did at the moment of their delivery, no one replied to my tweets for “wonderful ideas for goose … Continue reading
Je suis absolument “Hank Marvin” et je pourrait tuer pour un “Ruby Murray”
These are the words Parisian restaurateurs would be hearing if the rugby world cup was taking place in France. Ethnic food is the lifeblood of English cuisine. Take away, an apposite word indeed, the Indian, Chinese, Thai, Korean, Mexican, Italian, Spanish, Lebanese et al, … Continue reading