A coffeeshop moment. ”How did you come across him?” Cafe conversations, going on around me. “How old was he?” Like a badly tuned radio. “I hope you like cinnamon.” Fragments fluttering by. “I stood on a box.” Cup half empty. “Does it really matter?” Used to be half full. “I prefer cardamon.” Pastry turned to …
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I wrote you a note
At the start of the year, I intended to be here more often, to try and post at least a couple of times a week. All went well for most of January, but then health got in the way of things. A sore throat became an all-over ache, soon progressing to breathlessness and feeling pretty …
Is there room for two?
A few posts back I shared Unlisted Memory, a short piece of fiction I’d written for a challenge AlisonTrollop ran on her blog. She’d asked for no more than 100 words and the prompt for the story was lists. Although the writing on my blog will always be predominantly food-related in some way shape or …
Unlisted memory
Ever since I started this blog I’ve been trying to make sure I include posts that aren’t solely food-related. It probably says something about my gluttony and obsessions that I’m finding this much harder to do than I expected. Thankfully my friend Alison Trollop has started to place a monthly short story challenge on her …
Cafe conversations
I wrote this short piece for a cafe themed writing challenge that Alison Trollop put on her Patreon site. ”How did you come across him?” Cafe conversations, going on around me. “How old was he?” Like a badly tuned radio. “I hope you like cinnamon.” Fragments fluttering by. “I stood on a box.” Cup half …
The Thrill of What Might Be.
I sometimes fear I’ve boxed myself in a little with the name of this blog. Perhaps it should be ‘David in the kitchen, with a desk in the corner for when he wants to write about something other than food’. Writing a blog was something I’d wanted to do for a long time and taking …
Writing prompts
As much as I enjoy putting this blog together, I do sometimes struggle with knowing what to write about. Sometimes I’ll sit down with a clear idea in my head and the words come fairly easily, other times it’s with a hope of inspiration but a realisation that Twitter or Spotify may soon distract me. …
David in the kitchen. 