When I met up with my friend Marmoset the other day, she reminded me that it has been a year since she left Robben Island (our former place of employment). Meaning that is has been over a year ago since we took ourselves on a girls weekend to celebrate her escape. We visited The St Enodoc Hotel for dinner at ‘Nathan Outlaw’. A reminder of the year gone past spurred me to write about it before the memory fades too much further, because it is very worthy of a post. Continue reading Outlaws, Poets and High Flying Birds
The issue with Mackerel is that it seems to go on and off the list of fish you can eat guiltlessly to the extent where I have become baffled. I think I’m right in saying it’s ok to eat it at the moment but we shouldn’t be eating it all the time.
As a source of protein Mackerel is full of omega 3, so great health wise, and it’s so tasty and economical. What I really like about it though, is that it can take spice… Continue reading Mackerel Sky, Sunshine Chutney
We know how to go out for lunch – mob handed….
There is a pub near where my family live the ‘silver’ lunchers always use it for their regular get togethers.
We had occasion to meet up there yesterday and to the credit of the staff they cope with a table of 22 people with aplomb. The team were outstanding at guiding our large group through really efficiently. Continue reading Pub Lunch?
I am in the middle of the city on a cool, grey and damp summer’s day…the sounds of sirens, car horns, buses, penetrating my peace. I’m taking myself to the beach…. Continue reading Mind Games
Liver – still the 1970’s
There is no really funny story attached to this, albeit I’m sure that somewhere along the line the eating of a flip flop could raise a smile. Continue reading Foods that have scared me – No2
My cousin Petal, her husband The Banker and their lovely kids are visiting us from the States. They have been out and about doing their thang and we have been away at a wedding so last night we had a relaxing meal at home together. Continue reading Simple Salmon met a Pie Man…
When I go out, yeah, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, hey, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s havering to you
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door…
So the deed is done, the families have gathered and joined for better or for worse – better, we know. Continue reading When I wake up, well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you