Category Archives: gigot
hold the anchovies….
I never fail to be surprised at how many people appear have an aversion to anchovies whereas I cannot imagine being without them, in the same way that I cannot imagine being without olive oil, tomatoes, onions and garlic. If ever there … Continue reading
a taste of 2016….perhaps..
Something has stirred in the forest, still faint, but definitely stirring. The forest in question is the tangled thicket of my thoughts into which a seed has fallen and taken root. If it grows and thrives I shall tell you more … Continue reading
a very well turned leg…
Among the many things with which I am familiar but, on closer examination, about which I know next to nothing, is the Bible. I undoubtedly absorbed more from Cecil.B,DeMille’s version of Biblical events than I did from the hours of … Continue reading
I got the bleus..du ciel, de la mer..the summertime bleus.
It might surprise you to hear that I’ve been ranting quite a lot over the last day or two, although surprise may not be first among the emotions felt, by those of you who know me well, on hearing that unsurprising news. I’ve … Continue reading
A well turned leg…
“He’s looking at my legs again…” is the frequent bleat of attractive young lambs. Having your legs checked out, as a lamb, will mean one of two things: you’re about to become the plaything of a lonely shepherd or you’r changing … Continue reading
Why put all your eggs in a basket when you have a frying pan….
I watched a sporting match at the weekend that failed to live up to its name. It was not the expectation, nor in fact the event itself, in which lay the failure: it was in the naming…..it was not a … Continue reading
What are two sheep tied to a tree called in La Moussiere?
Oddly enough, much to Celtic amazement, not a leisure centre. However, these two sheep in the meadow adjacent to our house are looking closely at the leisure centre of a, sadly now deceased, local farmer which is encapsulated in this tiny … Continue reading
Gimme shelter…..
And the rain came down……..nothing for it but to have Sunday lunch on Thursday. I decided on gigot – cooks can make unilateral decisions as they’re doing the cooking – and potatoes roasted in goose fat. Whilst preparing the gigot … Continue reading