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Last night was pasta night. Huh? Why is the post title "Burger..."? Because I messed up. Not the pasta, but my series of photos for another installment of the tomato diaries. That particular

Thursdays are egg supper and when I checked in with farmer P, she told me that the ducks were on strike. She did say, though, that she had turkey eggs. If I would like to try two, she'd drop them off.

I love knowing where my food comes from. Some wag will say, that one always knows because, well, it's from the selected retailer. When it comes to the potatoes and coriander, that may be so. But not for

Rambo has contentedly staked his claim on the bed. As the weather turns it - the bed - is contested territory. For the Cats' Mother, particularly, winter mummification is ahead. I had a day in the office

Living where we do, getting fresh and quality fish is a little like hen's teeth. Forgive the mixed metaphor... So when the good folk who run our local deli do a fish run, we're in. It's also ethically

Artichokes. Globe artichokes. One of my father's favourite delicacies and vegetables. The latter says a lot. As look back and reflect on family meals, it's with an increasing realisation that he was a

Again, it's all about garden loot. Well mostly. Last night's frittata supper with the sweetest mangetout came from a market mate's cabbage patch. A barter: he must still choose what. He has a penchant

A peak into the "bread box" that takes the sourdough rolls and loaves to the market. Like with all things, practise makes perfect and my bread has improved in colour and flavour. I will write

Tuesday suppers are often built around already prepared food. Commonly known as leftovers. It's a long story, but I am careful when I use that term because some people just don't "do" leftovers.

Hi everyone, I just moved to Barcelona and don't know my way around here so much yet, but one restaurant I really wanted to try is Flax and Kale. I knew about it because a YouTube Channel I follow mentioned

The Husband has a nose for a bargain. Especially meat. He has built a great relationship with the guy who runs one of the local "factory" outlets. They connect over farming, meat and, dare I

I told you we had monster rocket (arugula) in the garden! I experimented with flavour combinations for the salad. Again. I already know it works well with beetroot and this time added roasted cauliflower.

Burger night: I make patties and freeze them. Both the beef and bean (vegan) versions. At the moment we have both. The Husband doesn't need asking about his choice. While he happily eats vegan and vegetarian

A picking of peas from the garden, cooked with mint, made the perfect comfort food companion for the second (and last) piece of angel fish. We have had so much rain that the rampant weeds are choking

I often refer to our weekly meal and shopping plan. The meal plan, I always say, is just headlines a guideline. Well, mostly. This week, there have been significant deviations. The first was from fish

Last evening's meatfree supper was a simple stir fry. It's been a while. I had toyed with the idea of making wraps, but I was on a roll with something in the office. It had been well, just Monday, if you

It's that season again. The Blushing Brides that are cultivated high in the mountains above the village. It also means spring is near. They have a short season and these arrive at the market because, for

It was a long day in the office, yesterday, and on a Thursday evening, I need to make the dough for Saturday's buns. They are best when the dough ferments all night, before being knocked down three more

Yes, it's a leaf. It found its way into the bedroom and on to a spot on the carpet. Looking, for all the world like a turd. Early in the morning, my stomach could not contemplate closer inspection. I mentioned