Category Archives: artichokes
Rugged Ratatouille……
This old man’s fancy is turning to Spring and dreaming of Summer when we’ll be cooking on wood fires and quaffing rosé in the long warm barbecue scented evenings… …..my course with Olia is slowly but surely filling up….https://www.biginfrance.com/roger-olia
on a wing and a préau….
The longing, in this month of April, for the warmth of summer is with me for an unseemly proportion of my waking and dreaming moments. A longing that has me limping along these final few furlongs of heavy going before winter, … Continue reading
getting into Camus..
I have no compunction in firmly closing a book and returning it to the shelf if I am not enjoying it or, indeed, if I simply do not like it. On one such occasion, when I was very much younger, finding … Continue reading
Pam Dora’s box….
It occurs to me that the globe artichoke and Facebook have much in common. Neither is blessed with good looks and both have uncertain reputations. For the uninitiated, trying either of them for the first time is akin to opening Pam … 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
Of armpits and artichokes…
Yesterday began in a most unusual way. I function, during my morning bathroom ritual, on “auto pilot”. An order of events has insinuated itself, over the passing years, which means that once ablutions have commenced I’m not particularly conscious of that which … Continue reading
The frog and the photographer…
Notwithstanding the promise of a magical transformation into handsome prince, I can understand why princesses were hesitant to do tongues with a frog. I feel the same, yet over the last few days I’ve been emotionally involved with one of … Continue reading
The Colour Violette…
On the way to La Rochelle there is an Oasis, set in a shady clearing by the roadside, that is only open for the summer months. L’Oasis is a shack, the open side of which is filled with trays overflowing … Continue reading
There is something very tempting about them…..
Let us consider the artichoke. There is something very tempting about them which conflicts with the something about them that is very annoying. They have such a decorative value that eating them is akin to pulling the petals off a … Continue reading
The absurdity of loving the artichoke
The Camus de Bretagne is thought by many to be as unapproachable as the eponymous author, Albert Camus, whose books, as an intense young art student hungry for “culture”, I devoured as greedily as I now devour the artichokes that … Continue reading