Category Archives: sea salt
Brussels demand a green Xmas…..
September is long gone, but the leaves of brown show no sign of tumbling down this November although the lyricist would be happy to know that it’s raining. Wherever he was when he penned those lyrics, it wasn’t the Vendee. … 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
A cuckoo in the nest…
Hidden on the book shelves, amongst my favourite cookery books, there is a cuckoo. He, if as a chap myself I can give masculine gender to this cuckoo, has no right to be there and, over the years, I have … Continue reading
Last summer whine..
The silence after the hubbub of Sunday lunch is like the white noise that fills the brain as a general anaesthetic takes effect. There’s a mixture of narcotic pleasure in the cushioned lushness of the collapse from consciousness, combined with … Continue reading
Time to draw a line in the breadcrumbs
The sheep in the adjoining field are very keen on bread, in all its varied forms. They are keen on it because we, not being farmers but eaters of farmers’ produce, have fed them the bread, for which we have … Continue reading
Every picture does not tell this story..
There are occasions when only words will tell the story, not necessarily momentous occasions, although with the passing years I treat the moment of waking each day as increasingly momentous, but simple daily events that move me. Eating a very … Continue reading
….through the cooking glass …
As with Alice, the reverse can be, and often is, the truth. The real joy lies in the contents of the cooking glass passing through the cook. Sadly there is no clear reference as to how much joy can be … 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
Of meerkats and mash
Although an interesting thought, this is not a recipe idea. On a stormy summer morning illuminated by lightning and serenaded by thunder, a recently photographed meerkat entered my stream of consciousness. As a balding man I am in awe of … Continue reading