We can’t do this any more. We can’t keep going on like this.
It was fun while it lasted. Those are harsh words but true. How many times have you heard it before, from past admirers? How many times have I said this myself, to so many others?
It was fun while it lasted. Except, that’s not true. …
Category Archives: Food
The End of the Affair
The Joy of Home Cooking
Slow summer days. Every day is summer in the tropics, after all. Weekends spent at home are recuperative, restoring. When my best friend and neighbour (Diva a.k.a. the Domestic Goddess herself) comes a-callin’ and bringing a fresh batch of cookies or scones, straight from the oven, we make a pot of coffee, black and strong. …
il Lido
The Italians say that he must have a long spoon that sups with the devil.
Be wary, be canny, when you deal with someone of dubious character. Sound advice, this. But when you are dealing with this devil — the Devil Wears Prada, and none other — perhaps the most dangerous exchange would be the credit card …
Pureglutton’s Potluck Party
Or, How Everyone Ignored My Roast Chicken.
(But more on that later, promise.)
First, we must begin with the sweet joy of receiving an email one fine day, a couple of weeks ago, from a dear reader inviting me and Devil to a potluck party she was kindly hosting. When this wonderful lady also happens to be …
The Domestic Goddess (and Her Boys)
The domestic goddess, she surveys her domain. It is not her kitchen, of course, but it doesn’t need to be. She’s the only lady here, surrounded by her bevy of boys and her wish is their command. They sit and obey. Or rather, they scurry around the apartment, boiling and frying and stirring and tasting, …


