Last month, I took Mrs P for a posh birthday lunch. And by posh, I mean extravagantly expensive. Far more expensive than I’d choose for my own birthday meal. To be fair, I smoked for 32 years and would struggle to discern any notable difference between a £15 Prezzo pizza and a haute cuisine £50 … Continue reading The Soft Launch
Mrs P and I like to eat out now and then. Perhaps once a week. She always grumbles at my choice from the menu. I don’t actually need to look at the menu. If we’re at Prezzo, I’ll have the Vesuvius pizza. At Cafe Rouge, I’ll have the Boeuf Bourginon. At Nuddle Bar it’ll be … Continue reading Sting in the Tail
From the mid 90s through to the mid 00s, the Fish Inn pub in Ringwood was my watering hole of choice. It’s an old pub, as you’d expect from the thatched roof. Behind the pub, out of view, is a petrol station that I worked in for many years. First as night man, later as … Continue reading The Fish Inn
Mrs P and I both enjoy cookery shows, particularly ones with a travel concept behind them. Rick Stein, Gordon Ramsey, Raymond Blanc, Jamie Oliver and others have kept us entertained and drooling for years. We have also acquired quite the collection of big, hardcover recipe books full of tantalising dishes just waiting to be cooked … Continue reading Cook, Eat, Repeat
The title is deceptive. I own no distillery. But Mrs P and I have been foraging through hedgerows in order to create our own flavoured gin. It’s the season for sloes. I want to say sloe berries, but it appears that you just call them sloes. Whatever you prefer to call them, this is a … Continue reading Dorset Moonshine
We all like a bargain, don’t we? I do. Mrs P too. And when it comes to the weekly shop, we know where and when to find them. There’s an art to getting the best bargains. There’s two stores in particular that discount hard, as products reach their Sell By date. A Waitrose and a … Continue reading The Art of the Vulture
Food fads and trendy new diets are legion. And I am sick of hearing about them. Gluten this, polyunsaturated that, intolerance of the other. It's frankly tedious. But if you can't beat them, join them. (Or apply for employment with United Airlines. Then you can beat them.) I'm not a devout foodie, but I know … Continue reading The Cow Diet
The Mexile 