Food Riot

Not burnt. Blackened. Gottit? I can assure you it was delicious.

Hmmmm. Here I am, a victim of neglect (so neglected that I went to the pub where I was fed cider by people who should know better), waiting for the two of the three women who are important in my life to come home (my dear mother is entirely blameless in this episode) from a clearly-more-entertaining-night-with-workmates-than-with-me. I am lost, abandoned and bereft. A lonely hulk on a misty sea. A man alone, drifting, directionless, neither Dutchman nor flying. Read more…

I have been thinking about supper. I was considering the simple, cheap and cheerful frankfurters and pasta dish I wrote about this morning, but now I’m getting ideas about sort of inventing something that has no doubt, been done before by someone cleverer than me. Fear not! I will reinvent this particular wheel. Read more…