I feel very strongly about a lot of things: it often makes me think I hate people and things I actually know very little about.
Do you like food? This is a blog about food. Do you like a strong cup of coffee, which you haven’t made yourself? This is a blog about coffee.
While I scrubbed pots and heated up baskets of bread in the subterranean kitchen, my partner was tasked with generally Cindarella-esque cleaning duties both above and below stairs.
What shocks me is the ability of some people to take offence at food which differs even slightly from that which their mother made while they were growing up.
Time has passed. Time is past. Time will pass. Time is a passing. A passage of time. Passed by time.
Sometimes my full attention is devoted to a conversation I am having, yet it is generally assumed that I am on a different planet altogether. I don’t know why.
I have never skinned a cat, and I hope never to need to. A rabbit, I could manage, but not a cat.