On the 5th of November the British remember the thwarting of gunpowder plot with fireworks and bonfires topped with scarecrow-type effigies called guys. The air is soon scented with fireworks and burning wood that linger into the next day.
I don’t like bangers going off and know all about trying to soothe terrified dogs, but I still find Bonfire Night magical. In normal years, it’s a time for getting together and having a jolly good time. This year we can’t celebrate with a town bonfire, and the fireworks that are going off are almost completely obscured by heavy mist. Still, hearing the giggles of children when I was out walking, I can tell that many families are doing their best to keep the tradition alive. Continue reading “Parched Peas for Bonfire Night”
Seedlip is a brand of distilled, non-alcoholic botanical spirit, like gin¹ but without the alcohol and juniper. Did I hear you exclaim ‘What!’? Quite!
I chose Seedlip Spice 94 as an alternative last time I was offered alcohol on a flight well before my idea of lunch time. ‘A complex blend of spice and citrus’ sounded just up my street and it’s sugar- and sweetener-free too. When asked what I wanted to drink with it², I confessed my ignorance and was handed a can of Fevertree tonic.
Curious, I sipped the Seedlip neat. That’s not what we are supposed to do and if you try it, you’ll see why. My first thought was clove.³ Continue reading “Seedlip Spice 94 Review”
‘Taste’ is used figuratively to mark our differences – our taste in fashion, culture, etc – and that’s how I’m using it here. Because I’d never dare eat any of these. Continue reading “Taste in Mushrooms”
The top two pictures were taken in the orchard at Hidcote Gardens. I’m offering several takes on sweetness to justify my extra helpings claim, starting with the child you can just make out running with so much vim on the left of the apple picture, and the pear below. Sorry, merely looking at these doesn’t equate to two of your five portions a day… Continue reading “An Extra Helping Of Sweetness”
For months, I’ve been watching from the sidelines as several blogging buddies have rapturously baked bread. I love eating bread, especially sourdough. Even plain white sliced can feel like a luxury, so long as it’s fresh, but if you’ll add seeds, or olives and rosemary, or cranberries and walnuts, most likely you’ve got me hooked. The trouble is, the bread I love seems to be scattered too widely around. When I caught myself driving an almost twenty five mile long round trip to pick up one of my favourite loaves, I decided something had to change. Perhaps I could bake something I would love to eat. Continue reading “Homemade soup and sourdough bread”
I couldn’t resist responding to today’s prompt (Juicy) with plums… Continue reading “Imagining Flavours”
For this week’s photo challenge, Ben Huberman asks us to go a little deeper, to share a picture that reveals a particularly strong connection. I set off all metaphysical, thinking about empty seats: how our state of mind might alter how we interpret the scene.
Well, that’s as may be, but how often do we look at something and not see the blindingly obvious? If my fondness for this picture – not exactly one of my best – means anything at all, it’s that with me, it just don’t get no deeper than I likes me some pie. Continue reading “State of Mind”