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Davos Dauphinoise
Does anyone else look at an unpeeled celeriac and think “Ooh, Daleks,”? Maybe just me then. Anyway, after yet another session in the kitchen where things went less or less according to plan, I am finally arriving at the conclusion that it’s not me, it’s the oven. Or, to be more specific, it’s the temperature…
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Alhambra Nights
Went to see the Bootleg Beatles last night, in the Dunfy Alhambra, spotted more than one chum in the audience, plus Geoff on duty. Band were just superb, I would definitely go to see them again, brilliant fun. Following on from Poulet au Disastre we had rather more success with the Haddock of Spinachly Joy,…
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Chicken Tonight
So, for the first time in four years I decided to overcome my natural antipathy to cooking birds. Set chicken to cook in the fan oven at 230 degrees, as recommended by Saint Delia of the Scones. Let me tell you folks, this is a bad move. It is now an hour later and the…
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Donner und blitzen
We have had the most extraordinary weather here over the past few days. Usually when we have a thunderstorm it’s over in ten minutes. Yesterday the storm lasted well over two hours, with one flash of lighting and clap of thunder so loud we thought a bomb had gone off. We all squealed like stuck…
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Hooray for Holyrood
Today we attended the Queen’s Garden Party at Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh. It was quite an occasion, we were happily people watching whilst enjoying our tea, sandwiches and cakes. Couldn’t see too much, due to the vast crowds and occasional rude manners (or lack of entirely) on behalf of the guests. But some guests were…
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Still crazy
Last weekend was spent in Glasgow. Firstly, there was an interesting four hours at Ninewells hospital in Dundee, for an appointment at 09:10 which was stretched somewhat by a fire alarm. This occasioned a total lock down, that saw me ushered into the room where they keep the anaesthetics, since there was no siren there…
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Black Sunday
Here is Dad, celebrating his 95th birthday in advance, with niece Betty (65), great niece Beth (16) and great nephew Andra (11).
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Working 95
Yesterday Paul and I went through to Stirling to see Dad just before his 95th birthday. Several efforts to “take a nice picture” came to naught since the darkness at noon that passes for summer in fair Scotia just now enforced the use of flash photography. Chums will know that this welds my eyes shut…
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Oh for goodness’ sake
I have occasionally had some moments in my life to look back upon the good stuff. Tonight the train home to Fife was delayed for ages (ooh, at least 30 minutes) by a points failure at Dalmeny. So, I was forced to sit in a comfy double seat by myself, reading a very good book…
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Losing it
It’s been a while. Feels as if the world, or at least my version of it, has tilted on its axis somewhat, I’m finding areas of it to be, well, interesting, shall we say. Less anon. But I have failed to comment on so much, especially the Christening and family party for young Callum Cook. …