Food & Drink
Jun 08
Fair Play
It’s ten o’clock on a Monday morning and sitting next to me are the remnants of my mid-morning coffee, an addiction I share with a few hundred million people around the planet. I’m a careful junkie now. A few years ago I was necking back almost ten cups a day to stave off the boredom of a bloody awful project I was working on. The rollercoaster of jittery days and twitching sleep wasn’t sustainable – I now medicate myself with doctorly precision; three doses a day with hits when I wake, again at 10AM, and finally at 3PM.
Apr 08
Of Goats, Feelings and Stories Lost & Found
Today it is the one truly global drug; one that started with a curious, dancing goat and found its way through a thousand years of history into the cup next to me as I sit in the Oxford sunshine with a keyboard at my fingertips and a cat purring at my feet.
Dec 07
Am I the only one who would love a café at Piha?
Marc Ellis plans to build a café at Piha. It has put the fear into me. For the first time in my life I agree with Marc Ellis on something.
Nov 07
Nothing Vulgar About Beetroot
I think I’m going to start a campaign for a revival of the 19th Century name for the beetroot – blood turnip. It’s an infinitely more evocative name for a humble root vegetable that has hidden depths. Today, many varieties of Beta vulgaris are grown around the world, (when was the last time YOU ate a Burpee’s Golden or a Bull’s Blood beet?)
