The season of mists and mellow fruitfulness the poet called it. I call it the season of hideous colds and shivering misery. Hence the lack of posts in the last couple of weeks, time off work sick and generally mostly being asleep has kept me from the keyboard. Which is a bad thing... apparently.
Food and mood. I think the two are inextricably linked. I have used food scenes as a way of putting the brakes on the pace of my writing. Eating and cooking implies a pause, a steadying of the narrative pace, a time to take stock - literally in the case of soup. 'Renaissance' is set… Continue reading Soups Of Joy… Pea & Ham
Since I can't beat this one, I will join them - I loved this article on grilled flat breads, baked over an open fire. This is definitely something that people did in the past all over the world and still do today. The Romans and the Vikings both made flat breads this way when on… Continue reading Ancient Food… Part 2
In thinking about a post-apocalyptic world I spent quite a lot of time thinking about food. Nothing new then! Food and the enjoyment of food, as I have observed before, is a universal human trait. What sort of food might people in such an England enjoy? One thing is for certain; that mass produced, packaged… Continue reading Ancient Food… Part 1
Post-apocalyptic food. Is it ever mentioned? Rarely, except where it has been reduced to a joyless protein pill that meets all a human's nutritional needs or the terrifying Soylent Green. Speaking personally food is one of the great pleasures. I am sure, even in these neurotic times, I am not alone. Why should a recovering… Continue reading After The Deluge…Part 3: Food