Edible? / food / cooking / eating
On nourishing one’s heritage
Sometimes you just have to 🙂
On choosing
Some people know exactly what they want, what they like. When they have to choose something, anything, they make their choices based on pre-decided ideas.
I am not that person (and this post isn’t really about icecream).
On suspicious plastic bags
It was heavy for its size, and squidgy, in a crunchy sort of way, like a bag of damp sand..
On getting the all-clear :)
First find your optician… They are liable to be situated in a second floor office, above a restaurant. There might be a sign in the window, but it won’t be visible from the pavement, unless you walk along the other side of the road. The staircase will have no mention of the optician’s existence, but […]
On scrambled eggs and ice cream for breakfast
I woke up with a sore throat and a blocked nose this morning. The most logical thing to do (in my mind) was eat ice cream for breakfast… …so I did. DB doesn’t approve, but he doesn’t have to eat any, so it’s not his problem. Besides, I’m English, and it seems we ‘always’ eat […]
On Christmas trees and humbugs
Happy Christmas luffly peoples 🙂 Or “Bah Humbug!”, whatever you want…
On Crumbs for Christmas
…I’m on the way home now and there’s one bag left, I wonder who’ll cross my path looking hungry on the way home…
On making the extra milk jug
Because if you’re going to make a chocolate teapot in the middle of the night, you might as well make a milk jug to keep it company… (And also because I am more likely to be asked to make a chocolate teapot than to walk even the first mile…)
On making mincemeat of it – part 1
Every year, I make a load of mincemeat, for myself, my family, and anyone else who wants some. Every year, I make it up as I go along, and no one’s complained yet. This is part 1 of the recipe – insofar as it can be called a recipe – for 2015. *** A word […]
On buying problems in a wine bottle
I lugged my suitcase up the steps and onto the train and breathed out – unaware that I’d even been holding my breath.. Looking around, it became apparent that I’d landed in the first class carriage. I would have to wrangle my suitcase and an unwieldy bag of picture frames* through the restaurant car and […]
On blisters (and carrots)
I’m used to getting blisters at work. The sort caused by touching glass before its had a chance to cool down properly. I’m not used to getting blisters from washing carrots… Edit (3rd Nov): Squeaky clean 🙂
On compost heaps and Peruvian chickens
“Wherever you go, you can collect all kinds of plants to take home for your compost heap, unless you’re really busy doing other stuff – like looking after Peruvian chickens* for example.” – The Voice of Authority in my dream. Apparently dreams are your brain’s way of processing what happens during the day. Sometimes, when […]