If I know I’m about to have a tough time I like to put on a favourite t-shirt: It provides a sense of comfort.
Winged bestiality; aerial barbarism; malign and aloft.
A man held his finger to his ear while the woman in his company tutted and tapped her toe on the rough-hewn concrete floor. The courier had arrived at the lake and the portal was now open.
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.
One of the things I desperately want to do with fire is to cook with it. I mean, that’s a given. The first thought I have when faced with anything interesting is “what can I eat?”: that’s just who I am.
An oppressive tension filled the corridors of the psyche. No one would be safe from the icy hand of self-doubt.
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.