Even though I tell myself that change is exciting, necessary for the world to keep rotating, actually I hate it.
Category: Food
The pie king and the sausage boss
I hesitate to call them my English madeleines, but the pies evoked past lunches from another time in my life, going back to my childhood.
Bubbaleh
Nostalgia for food from Britain, and endearments from my tiny bubba.
Hospital meals
The beautiful doctor said, “You’re my favourite patient,” and I had been a brave soldier, at least I’d only cried on the inside.
Holidays
It was a beautiful day, the sky as clear as my conscience…
Egg and chips
My family and food
The King and me
Assuming I last until 80, I have around 5476 dinners left to eat, and ideally they will be 5476 different dinners, but it’s unlikely.
Ghosts of Passover
David told me that in an average week he can eat thirty eggs. Yes, thirty.
Americans
He was concerned for my welfare, but he said my scarf was too thin, as was my jacket, my cardigan, everything except me, that is.
Give peas a chance
“You’re so English,” he said, “peas with fish!” He is a fervent anglophile, but it wasn’t a complement.