Bread is my downfall in so many ways. I crave it and would eat almost anything wrapped up inside it… I am my father’s daughter and my brother’s sister in this regard.
Not a natural baker, my style tending toward the casual and approximate and not the precise nature so key in the science of baking. I do a passable chapatti along with the small arsenal of cakes in my repertoire but lately I have had a yearning to spend a little more time on this calming art. Continue reading Bread Head
You would think that having a broken ankle would afford you time to sit and stare, that being incapacitated prevents some things but increases time for others, like catching up with friends or writing a blog? Continue reading Spicy store cupboard supper
Postcards from the Pyrenees…again
The Mountains form a natural border between France and Spain, but more than that they traverse the historical regions with their distinctive traditions, culinary and otherwise. To the west on both sides of the peaks is the Basque country, wonderful people who are rightly proud of their traditions, food studded with Pimentón, and an incomprehensible language with lots of X’s and J’s. From the beautiful Atlantic towns to the tiny coves that pepper the northern coastline, semi-sparkling crisp white wines like Txacoli (you see, it is unpronounceable but very drinkable!) and dishes that ooze with the warmth of spiced sausage alongside classics such as bacalao (salt cod). Continue reading The borderlands
More postcards from the Pyrenees
I have an interesting relationship with Oysters, in that I love them but I am allergic to them. My enjoyment these days being derived vicariously, beside my love.
As he pops the shells open to receive the milky pearlessence within, my mouth waters, for I know the ozone freshness there. Continue reading Mers et Montagnes
I must open this post by saying that if ever you are fortunate enough to get the chance to travel to Marrakesh – DO IT!
We had planned our trip celebration for both Rocket and Mata Hari’s birthday’s although we kept the plan from Rocket for about a million years in order to heighten suspense. This decision caused me, in particular, to almost give the game away but we made it to his actual birthday without letting on so…. Continue reading We are riding on the Marrakesh express
On the first day of Christmas my Rocket said to me…. “I am making a game pie” – he sweated buckets over it and it was a little jewel, served on Boxing day. We have had a busy time and I have started a new job meaning that my time for blog world has been limited…. but in the way of new years resolutions, I feel a need to get back to it. Continue reading A Partridge in a Pie Crust….
We’ve got so foodie and ‘up ourselves’ these days, as my cousin Dewey pointed out, we all enjoy and rave about these great and innovative foods, recipes, restaurants but we don’t talk about those basic items that we eat behind closed doors! Are we are a little bit embarrassed about them?
I’m getting them out there for all to see.
Not that guilty really, so here is my top ten of foods that I wouldn’t shout about but that I regularly enjoy – for my actual dinner – in the privacy of my own home….. Continue reading Guilty Pleasures
In Search of the Catfish Café... 