Wednesday 30th October 2024, 3.35pm (day 4,815)
“But… I had nothing to do with all those emails! I told them I don’t know anything….!”
“Shaddup. When they come for us, you’re going first.”
Spam fritters on Death Row
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
Tag Archives: food
Apples, with matching car
Tuesday 8th October 2024, 10.35am (day 4,793)
I notice that almost exactly three years ago, on 7/10/21, I illustrated that there were still plums on our tree (albeit being eaten by insects). This year, those fruit were all gone by the end of August. But it’s time for the apple tree to pay off. It never matches the production rate of its neighbour, but it does just fine each year. On this shot I note also the matching car behind (yes, our kitchen is that close to the road).
Garlic house
Sunday 15th September 2024, 10.40am (day 4,770)
This bizarre construction — surely I don’t need to justify the title of this post? — sits on Victoria Road in West Bromwich and as far as I can tell, is a private house and possibly brand new, as its exact position shows on Google Maps as an empty plot. Whomever wanted it building clearly had something to say, I’m not quite sure what though. (There is a Sikh temple round the corner, which may explain it somewhat.)
Pickled peppers
Wednesday 11th September 2024, 1.20pm (day 4,766)
If my name were Peter Piper, could it be said that, on this blog, if I (Peter Piper) depicted a pack of pickled peppers, how many pickled peppers were in the pack that Peter Piper depicted?
If English is not your first language and any of that makes any sense, then I congratulate you.
Cake, one day early (or, 13 full years)
Sunday 25th August 2024, 1.40pm (day 4,749)
Today brings up 13 full years of my doing this blog (13 x 365 = 4,745, then add four February 29ths). As Clare (whose hands make a dynamic appearance to top right) is working on the day itself, tomorrow, we did my local birthday celebrations 24 hours early. Only one candle, but I’m sure most of us are well past the point in life where any more than this is either ostentatious or just depressing. Anyway… more age-related introspection tomorrow, no doubt.
Fresh food for sale…
Thursday 22nd August 2024, 11.45am (day 4,746)
The Thursday market is the place to come in Hebden Bridge for fish, vegetables, food of all kinds, and I certainly indulged today. Was it warm? No — autumn is in the post, I feel, but that’s why we stock up with food at this time of year.
More garden produce (very green)
Tuesday 6th August 2024, 4.35pm (day 4,730)
The garden doesn’t produce vast amounts of food — believe me, self-sufficiency in vegetables is something we are a long way from achieving (though for a few weeks each summer we manage better with fresh fruit). But when edible products do emerge, they get used. We haven’t had fresh peas and beans for years.
The avocado tree
Saturday 4th May 2024, 11.55am (day 4,636)
For various reasons St Helena is no agricultural paradise. Some types of fresh fruit and veg can be picked up fairly easily (tomatoes are currently easy to find, for example) but others are never seen. Potatoes, particularly. Ask for potatoes in a shop and you will either be laughed at or, as happened to me once, the shopkeeper will mutter, under his breath, “try me on Monday”, with a wink, as if you’ve asked for cocaine.
However, these beauties are currently growing happily on the tree in the courtyard outside my apartment. The landlord told me not to pick them off the tree, and I honestly haven’t. But they will, at some point, fall to the ground…. and at that point I consider them fair game.
Ramen bar
Saturday 27th January 2024, 7.00pm (day 4,538)
London can pretty much provide access to all world cuisines, and in fact, Walthamstow on its own manages quite well. This Japanese ramen bar certainly hit the spot for my evening meal. There are a lot of brands of sake, aren’t there — I wonder if any of them taste any different from one another? It’s not a drink that seems to internalise a great deal of variety.
Lunch still life (with unsatisfactory orange)
Tuesday 23rd January 2024, 12.45pm (day 4,534)
This really is as exciting as it got today. I have a multitude of papers to grade and it rained. The phenomenon of the ‘unsatisfactory orange’ is, of course, a very First World Problem, and even then, I had a substitute to hand. No endorsement of particular biscuit brands is implied: other crunchy and chocolatey snacks are available.
Being 42 