Category Archives: peppers
on retaining one’s paddle when up that creek…
There is a creeping despondency in the air that is almost tangible. This glum onset of what should be bright summer is eerily apposite. I am truly grateful not to live in the mainstream of life any more and to … 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
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
it’s not the thought, it’s the gift…
Small gifts of vegetables are always welcome in our kitchen. We lack the room needed to grow them ourselves but, most of all, we lack the will power. Being surrounded by horticultural magicians, it’s clear that any effort on our … Continue reading
Getting properly stuffed…
The association of stuffing and peppers has the ring of anathema. Experience, together with hearsay, tells us that nothing good can come of it. Just the mere consideration of such a possibility awakens the culinary Torquemada that lurks in the … Continue reading
Hot day, blazing chillies, cold pasta…
Eating outside on a hot, still day, in the shade of the house is a pleasure that I keenly anticipate throughout the winter months. Most enjoyable of these moments are the impulsive, unpremeditated occasions when it just seems like the … Continue reading
Spend, spend, spend…..
Today, I have been writing, cooking and taking pictures which, to my mind, has been time well spent. My principal currency is time and, as it cannot be saved, I spend freely of it. The house is quiet and the … Continue reading
It seems that prostitutes and pasta are as closely linked as literacy and Alphabetti….
I was saddened to find that the origin of salsa puttanesca has nothing to do with an exhausted courtesan, yearning for some stimulation after a long night of simulation, having a eureka moment as she looked into a store cupboard … 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
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