As Salty as the Mediterranean - Not
As I muse on how much salt to add to the water when cooking pasta, I manage to contemplate two of my favourite foods: pasta and coffee.
Travels With an Epicurean Zombie
When the zombie apocalypse arrives, why not embrace it and enjoy some food along the way, while travelling the world?
My Computer on Holidays
Musings on how, after being unplugged and put to one side for a while, my computer decided to work again - well, enough not to need to a visit to a computer doctor. Had it just needed a holiday?
Memories of a year gone
Musings on the passing of another year, on the new adventures I made as well as the trusted paths I walked.
The Poltergeist on my Roof
Thoughts as I hear footsteps on my roof..
And Yet More Rain
Listening to a downfall at home left me remembering times I’ve been travelling in the rain - such as Florence, Singapore and Luang Prabang.
Butter and the Paradox of Time
For something everyone knows, time remains intrinsically difficult to define. Making my own butter proved the paradox of observed versus real time, for doing so took but a little time and also a long time.
Petrichor, Rain, and My Washing
The word petrichor was termed back in 1964 by two Australian scientists studying the smells of wet weather. As one does. For it’s a smell to be found in a contrast of places: a bottle of red wine, a road steaming after a summer storm.
Adventures in Tofu
Tofu is remarkably easy to make - but how was the process of heating soy milk and and adding a coagulant ever discovered?
Memories in My Morning Macchiato
The tidal flats of Mont St Michel, France, provide the backdrop for memories as I sip my morning macchiato.
A Bird’s Nest of Prayer Flags
A bird’s nest partly made from Buddhist prayer flags which were hanging outside my house
Musings on a Morning Drive
Diary of a Witch Doctor: Thoughts as I drive to work and why I often have to pull over to just sit an simply be, if only for a few minutes.
Caravaggio, Negative Space and Non-Existence.
How Caravaggio’s The Seven Acts of Mercy gave me a lesson on the meaning of non-existence
Musings on Chopping an Onion
The first in my series of weekly musings. This week’s ponderings cover routines, chopping onions, and making focaccia while dreaming of Florence.