Category Archives: Simple Food for Simple Folk (like me)

Food, inglorious food

I’m resting my broken wrist (and imagination) for the next few weeks. Well, as much as I can. The recent editing of 99,000 words of fiction down to 88,000, in two weeks, took its toll. I am also confined to … Continue reading

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A rather trifling matter

Custard has reared its head again. I’d planned to write about the colour yellow. While glorious spring was rampant and the British newly friendly on the street. Daring to go out without umbrellas. And smiling at total strangers. But that … Continue reading

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The witch’s cauldron

Hubble bubble. Toil – and so much trouble. It’s been a while since I penned a post. Titles sit alphabetically festering in my file. Symbols, waiting to lead into eloquent cries of woe. Painful shrieks of angst. Or even, you … Continue reading

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Ripe I cry

I haven’t spelt the title wrong. This isn’t a rant about rape, even though it’s a subject very much in the news as I write. (And even though I’m often inclined to rant about rape. With reason.) No, the title’s … Continue reading

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Welsh North African Lamb

How do I love north Wales? Let me count the ways … Especially Aberdaron. And, yes, I’ve written about it before. Once or twice. That endless sea, bound by a long bay that keeps it from being melancholy. Swallows’ nests … Continue reading

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My mum and Aunty Maureen. By way of being a paean to a very special supermarket

Every now and again I travel twelve miles to a supermarket. A long way to go, given there are two perfectly acceptable ones within two miles. And both morally acceptable places for me to shop – for reasons that range … Continue reading

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One pig’s trotter, two pigeon carcasses and a soupçon of smoked sea salt

I read a recipe for coq au vin jaune in the weekend paper. It didn’t have the above ingredients, I should make clear, though they did make appearances elsewhere. In fact, the coq au vin jaune recipe seemed unusually (for … Continue reading

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