A bit of this, a pinch of that, a glug of this and a dollop of whatever comes to hand. A recipe that is made up on the spot with very little understanding, but applying to it, a little love, care and attention. This is where I would self teach and set myself on a… Continue reading A bake in time
Enthusiasm is limitless
Imagine trying something for the first time again. Imagine trying an orange, a banana, a dragon-fruit, fresh horseradish, new spices, a specific wild mushroom or even a fresh black....truffle. I remember my father buying spinach of the frozen variety for dinner once and that's what it was, once. Now this would have been what I… Continue reading Enthusiasm is limitless
It's not very often I take an opportunity with an hour and a half to pass in Stornoway on a Saturday afternoon, on my own. When I'm with my wife we usually definitely have to stop at Kopi Java for an iced tea, a drink that's not really for me, though do usually build up… Continue reading Our Town
Remnants of a lunch box
The range gets turned off at the wall, the hot cupboard is getting cold now with all the trays being washed, the grill off, fans off and the deck hosed and scrubbed well, shutter down and door closed. That is the usual end to a day in the galley, with safety at sea in mind… Continue reading Remnants of a lunch box
With Easter now another distant memory in the 2019 calender and Christmas just around the corner, I don't want to dwell to much about what the true meaning of Easter is, I mean obviously, number 1, it's mostly about chocolate which was the demise of me at the weekend with the loss of a button… Continue reading Apron Strings
For the love of slaw!
“We're going for a walk down in Harris if your up for it?” I was asked last week, this was on Sunday the 14th. Well, why not? I said to myself, bearing in mind that this was the day before rejoining the ship for the next three weeks so this last day at home is… Continue reading For the love of slaw!
Memories from the playground
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
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