Every Saturday my friend WaxeWod puts a happy list post on her blog and asks her followers, should they feel inclined, to follow suit. I find it quite therapeutic, a way to look back over the previous few days, often realising it’s the smallest things that make you happiest. If I was to expand the …
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That’s Me in the Corner
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 …
Love Hearts
A moment in the mouth, a sugar rush, a fizzing sensation, listening to the Buzzcocks on 45. Not sure I’ve Ever Fallen in Love, but I’ve eaten Love Hearts. ‘Date Me’ I so hoped you would. ‘Dream On’ I did and still do. Life is never quite as sweet as you want it to be. …
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 …
Sometimes it’s not the writing
Sometimes it’s not the writing. It’s what to write about. I’m sure there’s supposed to be a goal when I sit down in front of a blank document. An ambition to fill it with prose which will leave any eventual readers interested stimulated and keen to come back for more. But it’s easier said (or …
Two Culinary Daydreamers
It was last Christmas. Our eyes met across a crowded bookshelf. You reaching for Nigella, me the latest Ottolenghi. We didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge. Both lost in recipes, imagining how flavours on the page would taste on the plate. ‘I want to try that’ our first words. Two culinary daydreamers. We cooked together that night, …
Here’s one I wrote earlier
Clearing out a cupboard yesterday I found a long-since forgotten school magazine, dating back to when I spent part of my childhood in Malta. My Dad was a printer by trade and he’d gone out to Malta to help set up a print company. We were there for about four years and he still reminisces …
I’m still here
Up until the turn of the year, which feels such a long time ago now, I was writing regularly. The blog was thriving, words were flowing, and I was enjoying the whole experience. Something I’d prevaricated about for years was turning out to have been a very good idea. I even had the thrill of …
There’s something about a pie
Of all the foods I enjoy, all the things I like to cook. There’s something about a pie that sets it above. If I’m running my eyes down a menu, they won’t seem to move on if I reach a pie. If I open a new cookbook or food magazine, it’s always the pie recipes …
Tomato, cheese and polenta cake.
In my last post, I was extolling the virtues of the wonderful types of tomatoes on offer at this time of year. Multiple sizes, multiple colours, it’s hard to know which ones to go for when you have such an array in front of you. What I didn’t mention is that raw tomato is one …
David in the kitchen. 