Yesterday was a bit of a trudge, not settling to write, but today, despite an expotition to Paddock Wood and the other Tunbridge Wells, has been more productive of reading. Tomorrow I shall tackle ShikastaI awoke this morning to birdsong and a crunching noise; the crunching outlasted the birdsong briefly. A sparrow sang as it went, leg by leg. The ( Read more... )

I'm having fun with recipes. Some of my recipes are in British, and some in America, and some in metric and some in imperial, and some in combinations of those permutations. A lot of what I'm cooking from right now is in US cups - which makes sense for flour and sugar, but less so for butter ( Read more... )

I made these for when we were playing golf this week - though managed to eat about half the stash before I got to N's, and B happily munched another third. N demanded the recipe and made his own version, which was much stiffer, and used broken chocolate bars. I found his dough difficult to work, and resorted to a rolling pin. Mine came out rather ( Read more... )

I unexpectedly ate at N's place whilst we sorted out his passport, and I figured I needed some veg with the cauliflower cheese bakes and the crispy pancakes (the latter being no better after a break of twenty years or more since I last ate them). I just so happened to have some brussels, carrots and mushrooms with me ( Read more... )

N likes sprouts. This was news to him late last year - I doubt he's had a whole lot of home cooking for years, and I suspect like many he's experienced the whole "even though it's January it's still not too late to start cooking them for next Christmas" thing. I've cooked them a few times for him now, and the last couple of times he's cooked for me ( Read more... )

I had a txt Monday night about 6.30 from N asking if tonight was still on; this crossed with one asking him if he was still coming round. The paranoid part of me asks itself if that meant there might be a reason I wouldn't want to see him or more likely vice versa ( Read more... )