Well, it’s been a funny year so far – I wonder what next year will bring?
Hmmm . . . the last Sunday in 2007. Or, more significantly, the last Sunday Breakfast. Sunday is our one day of indulgence, as far as breakfast is concerned. In other words, the one day on which we have a cooked breakfast. It is wonderful to tuck into a plate of farm eggs and Mr [...]
Well, Christmas Eve is here again. I suppose you’ll think it’s really cheesy if I tell you that I am not stressed. In fact, I am quite the opposite – so that’s even cheesier. I am totally relaxed yet still full of the spirit of the festive season. Sally feels the same. And all we [...]
A spot of bad news to report – Winston died yesterday. For those who didn’t know him, and that will be most of you, I should tell you that Winston was my favourite cat. He would have been 21 next May, so he lived to a good age, despite a diet of Whiskas catfood and [...]
It was unusual to see an owl at that time of the morning, but it was comforting to see it sitting on the fence on the other side of our neighbour’s garden. The dawning sun was struggling to make its presence felt through a slightly murky morning, and the resulting light was rather flat. Nevertheless, [...]
The weekly trip to the Forest turned out to be a little more interesting today. When we arrived at the farm, we were greeted with a look of dismay. Enquiries as to what had brought this on revealed that we had arrived too early and the milk was not yet ready for collection. However, we [...]
In the first stages of preparation for cooking for guests tomorrow night, I was preparing a pike today for a little fishy starter. It wasn’t a very big pike – it seems that there are no big pikes left in the Wye, because they have all been fished out by the Polish workers who have [...]
We were sitting in the café above Salt & Pepper, the kitchen shop in Monmouth, enjoying what we considered to be a well-earned coffee. From our window seat, we had a good view of the butcher’s shop opposite. Sally remarked that it would be unlikely that we would see any young people going in there. [...]
Though I am not tired, it could be said that I am weary this morning. I feel the encumbrance of responsibility on my shoulders. But, having become some kind of self-styled champion on food issues, I suppose I have only myself to blame when wielding the sword of justice becomes something of a burden. So [...]
Talking of Christmas . . . Like Halley’s Comet, the recipes for ‘cooking the perfect Christmas turkey’ have come round again on a predictable orbit. Not to be outdone, and entering at last into the festive spirit, here’s my take on cooking the perfect Christmas turkey. Step One: Buy a goose . . .