Category Archives: aubergine
juggling on radio…..
A blindfolded man is given a glass of dark beer to taste. He tastes the beer, licks his lips and nods in approval at which point the blindfold is removed causing the subject of the tasting to smile and say … Continue reading
immaculate deception…….
This white eggplant has a slightly unnerving beauty in that it appears artful rather than useful and, depending on the particular beholder’s eye through which we are beholding, either toxic or exotic. It just doesn’t declare itself. Looks aside, I have … Continue reading
getting the point..
I blame my abiding prejudice against fresh pasta on the world wide television coverage of the spaghetti harvest of 1957 . The sight of those vermicular strands, hanging limply from the branches in the unusually monochomatic region of the Ticino has remained embedded in the not so … Continue reading
y ail, y ail, aulx…..
It has been passed down in rhyme and song that Old Macdonald had a farm, y ail, y ail, aulx and on that farm he may well have had pigs, chickens and cows but there is no mention of garlic which … Continue reading
Aubergine the Über Gene….
Whenever I forget what’s for dinner or, more precisely, realise that I have forgotten to make anything for dinner, I pray for the presence of an aubergine to be in the near vicinity or, ideally, in our kitchen. It is … Continue reading
How to make a priest faint….without exposing anything
It’s hard to imagine that too much olive oil in a dish of aubergines could create a fainting fit, but that’s how the story goes. The dish of which I speak is called Imam Bayildi which apparently means “the Immam fainted”: … Continue reading
an appetite for Morocco and lizards …
Today, I rescued a lizard from drowning. Not once, but twice. This is unusual as I am normally the lizard pallbearer. Lemmings may have been cleared of suicidal tendencies, but the lizard’s tendency to ring down its own curtain has … 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
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
Je mange bien tous les jours ……a further episode in which the duck gets it.
Being born a duck is amongst the shortest straws to be drawn in the creation stakes. There you are, a handsome beast, or babe, with a cool beak, great coloured feathers, top swimmer, ace diver and aerobatic ace: but, and … Continue reading