Category Archives: onions
taking the piss….
Manneken Pis, Pissenlit, Pisse-Dru, Tant Pis, Pissaladiere…there’s something very French about pissing; about not searching for a convenient bush or shady corner but just having a piss when the moment takes you. I should make it clear that this is singularly, … Continue reading
‘aving a larf..
It is not unusual for children to dislike, and to take extreme steps to avoid, both vegetables and Shakespeare. I prefer vegetables to either children or Shakespeare which preference may well be blamed on their parallel and equally irritating proclivity to tell jokes that aren’t funny; it … Continue reading
If there are no Incas available, string up an onion……
I’m beginning to suspect that La Moussiere may have been a far flung outpost of the Inca empire. Although the name Atahualpa is not as common in the neighbourhood as I would have expected, there is a common thread that … Continue reading
Pommes Boulangere.. smart lady, that baker’s wife
Each time that I make this simple dish there is, at the back of my mind, a nagging feeling that I have left out an ingredient. The recipe is not extensive in its demands which makes it even more surprising … Continue reading
saucy thoughts..
Custard was still on my mind, like the lingering aftermath of a bad dream, whilst I was making tomato sauce yesterday, but the yellow mental miasma was quickly dispersed by the rising savoury aroma, the deep colour and the evocative flavours … Continue reading
It’d take more than an apple to tempt Adam…
Given the choice of watching paint dry or onions browning, I’d opt to sit on a terrace overlooking clear blue sea with a chilled glass of something delicious . I take this choice whenever I’m engaged in important, but time … 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
…putting a name to a beak.
In the still of this sunfilled early morning, there’s me and legion of small birds who are all making their particular peaceful noises, that I recognise but can’t put a beak to. Bees, so fat that they have no business … Continue reading
One fine morning….
A grey morning found me cutting firewood behind the house. The squeak of an old barn door opening announced the arrival of Annie, one of our neighbours. Annie and her husband Remy have raised Charolais beef cattle for the last … Continue reading
When she was good she was very, very good but when she was bad she was horrid….
In the comparatively short time that we have lived in this little hamlet there have been significant changes. During my previous life, as an urban dweller, these changes would have gone unnoticed. In those times I had no interest in … Continue reading
