Category Archives: Shopping
what I really, really want….
Minefields and Christmas gift buying may not be an ideal comparison but the latter is without doubt an area through which one must step with extreme care, if only hypothetically. Back in the mists of time I went through a period … Continue reading
a bunch of whoppers….
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Radishes have an unmistakable affinity with untruths or, as they’re more commonly known, lies. Good ones are well formed and attractively packaged in bunches which seductive combination is irresistible, even if you don’t know … Continue reading
bushel or merkin ?…
My feelings about markets and merkins are synonymous. Dazzled and aroused by the mouthwateringly sensual display, there is still the nagging suspicion that all is not as it should be. I cannot help but question if it is going to be quite as good as it … Continue reading
French Farce…
Stuffed peppers have steadfastly kept their place in my pantheon of “least favourite dishes” As I grow older I have found so many “least favourite dishes” that I am searching for a new duo of comparative and superlative to replace “lesser” and “least”; I … Continue reading
Pimping my sides….
This is a picture of a dish in my kitchen, filled with summer vegetables, which serves to illustrate that what you see is not what you get. It is not what I got either, at first. What it is is … Continue reading
Not dropping my knickers whilst shopping….
I like to feel that I eat seasonally but, to be honest, I’m not sure what that means. My knowledge of the arrival and departure dates of fruits and vegetables is, at best, rudimentary and at worst, notional which failing I blame … Continue reading
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
Time rich…
I spent all of yesterday afternoon melting some onions and tomatoes for a tortilla. It takes time for onions to melt into an incomparable sweet savoury fondant and more time for tomatoes to transform into a sticky palate stinging jam. … Continue reading
Keeping it fresh..
It may be assumed, from the universal accretion of sex shops, that many bedside cabinets harbour rarely, if ever, used sex aids in the same way that tiny chapels house rarely revered reliquaries containing slivers of saintly bones. Both were acquired to refresh, renew … Continue reading
Treasure Island…..
A slight movement in my peripheral vision caused me to stop writing and to look down. The tiny worker bee, instead of taking advantage of its wings, was wearily trudging across an endless terrain of boulders, which is the gravel … Continue reading