Jeff Potter said that flavours are like notes on a piano: some join together far more harmoniously than others. Think about: tomato and basil. Beef and horseradish. Peas and mint. Bacon and eggs. Apple and cinnamon. Strawberries and cream. Chocolate and coffee. Flavour combinations that are so ingrained in our consciousness that we don’t even […]
And here we are again – the fnal blog post of another year. In 2011 my final post was a visual toast to my readers. In 2010 my final post was a recipe for shredded Brussels sprouts with pancetta & pine nuts In 2009 my final post was a Christmas message (gulp – a whole week […]
The other day, a friend and fellow-blogger asked an open question of his readers: do you collect mementos when you travel, and if so, what? If you’d aked me that question 15 years ago, the answer would have been a resounding “YES! How much time do you have?” At various times over my teenage and 20-something years, […]
How many times a day do you find yourself hearing (and repeating!) clichés? Life begins at forty! If you can’t beat them, join them. All’s fair in love and war. Better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. A barrage of trite phrases that are overused, underwhelming and often […]
He raises both hands to touch the cloth, asks, Which is this? This is persimmons, Father. Oh, the feel of the wolftail on the silk, the strength, the tense precision in the wrist. I painted them hundreds of times eyes closed. These I painted blind. Some things never leave a person: scent of the hair […]
When I was a little girl, I often asked my mom why I had brown eyes when she had bright blue eyes. Surely if I was her daughter, I would also have the blue eyes that I so hankered after? She would always smile and patiently explain to me that things like the colour of your eyes or hair; or the shape of your hands and feet are things that you inherited from your parents, and that there was no way of telling which bit you’d get from which parent.
When I was a teenager, I once found myself on a plane with my mom, flying somewhere. I can no longer recall where we were going, but I do recall my mom idly leafing through the in-flight magazine and suddenly (to my intense embarrassment) guffawing out loud at something that she had read. Surely […]