That was the sound of the 10:15am or it could have been the 10:30am bell going off. I can't describe the sound, it was a continuous drone of what um... I can only describe as an excited one, the sound might have been the same that was used as the fire drill, again the same… Continue reading Memories from the playground
Category: Food Blog/Stories
Let’s Cook: Real men don’t eat Quiche
“Quiche is for girls” was a comment I received recently when we had the alleged non-masculine dish on the lunch menu one day. This reminded me of the comment once used by what I thought was a comedian but through further research found it to be a best selling, tongue in cheek book, Real Men… Continue reading Let’s Cook: Real men don’t eat Quiche
A balanced diet is a piece of chocolate in both hands
The Rice Krispies have been bought, the scot bloc has been broken from the original whole bar into a little mountain of neat, if somewhat waxy and already blemished looking squares and placed into a plastic bowl touching the top of the water in an overfilled pan. In later years I learned that this process… Continue reading A balanced diet is a piece of chocolate in both hands
Like Gran used to make
When it came to choosing a pudding for this weeks blog post, I got all excited about what I wanted to choose but the more I thought about it, the harder it got. It was like choosing of the menu in a restaurant and the waiter/waitress is looking at you after they've taken everyone else's… Continue reading Like Gran used to make
Brain over Brawn
Brawn/brɔːn/noun meat from a pig's or calf's head that is cooked and pressed in a pot with jelly. This is a dish that I have made several times in the past. It is a dish of simplicity, respect and appreciation but still in a time old fashion sense. A bit laborious for the yeald and… Continue reading Brain over Brawn
Trip down memory lane
In most households growing up, you had two options for dinner: take it or leave it, but in our household there was sometimes more than two options. I can only speak for myself here by admitting not only was I a spoiled little meban but when it came to food, I was a living nightmare.… Continue reading Trip down memory lane
The Niseach Chef 