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The French Print House
..things that are and things to come…
Grey skies and flat light during yesterday’s stroll, around our tiny hamlet of La Moussière, signally failed to obscure the magic that was hidden under a thin veneer of dullness. Looking for pictures is my foraging. The locations of the … Continue reading
Curtain twitching……
The advent of 2019 demands greater optimism than any previous year in my lifetime yet optimistic I am. The winter sun is shining through the rideaux, those thin cotton curtains that bring a genteel privacy to each dwelling in la … Continue reading
a look at my new book….France 2014-18
This new book of mine contains a carefully selected set of pictures of places, people and food that have caught my attention over the past few years. The significance of the years cannot be missed. I am so grateful that … Continue reading
the importance of buying Basil
I’m just mad about Basil, but Basil’s not mad about me…..which is disappointing. It may be that I’m too demanding; too in Basil’s face. I want him with me all the time, and Jenny’s OK with that, by the way, … Continue reading
flour power….the rise and fall…
I remember buying a box of Fecule de Pomme de Terre many years ago. The very fact that I can remember this bears witness to the vagaries of an aging mind. I can’t remember if I’ve just put the kettle … Continue reading
What about us grils?
I love grils don’t you mean girls what about us grils….. …this piece of remembered wisdom, scratched and biroed onto the lavatory wall of a Covent Garden bar, achieved a new and apposite meaning in our kitchen last night. Welsh … Continue reading
on eating alone…
I have always enjoyed eating alone in restaurants; not because I eschew the company of others but because it means I can selfishly choose foods and wines that might have to be the subject of debate and compromise were I … Continue reading
…..has beans
Several mouse clicks ago my opening line would have been very different to this but the moving mouse clicked and having clicked moved on leaving one of my firmly held beliefs in tatters. Baked beans, Heinz or the like, and … Continue reading
neither having nor eating one’s cake…..
The depths of my childhood deprivation have only recently become apparent. Unlike the majority of happy baby boomer children who enjoyed Pineapple Upside Down (PUD…perfect acronym) Cake at the end of every joyous Sunday lunch of their idyllic childhoods I … Continue reading