Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As I commence penning these observations, I am sitting outside my campervan on the periphery of the North Yorkshire seaside haven of Scarborough. Situated within a pleasant camping park, the surrounding areas provide an aesthetically pleasing accompaniment to my literary toil. I am unsure of the specific names of the rolling tree lined hills bestowing... Continue Reading →
During today's breakfast, I was greeted with views of five wood pigeons feasting on the berry strewn pyracantha situated at the starboard side of my garden. As these birds and I dined, me on baked bean covered crumpets and the avians on the evergreen shrub's orange fruit, it struck me what miserable birds pigeons are.... Continue Reading →
My breakfast of sausages are slowly baking in the oven as I commence this offering. Their destination, prior to entering my mush, two slices of brown bread sitting on a plate kitchen in situ. Ordinarily, I'd employ a swifter method of shallow frying during the food preparation process. A method that provides the added benefit... Continue Reading →
I’ve just finished a very simple, but satisfying, breakfast of marmite on toast. It’s was by no stretch of the imagination a culinary masterpiece; such as the opulent fare that would grace the recipe books of Jamie Oliver, James Martin or Oasis lead singer Liam Gallagher. However, I found those two toasted pieces of bread... Continue Reading →
Unlike the inane grinning nutritionist, inventor of infra red nuts and mass procreator Jamie Oliver, I’m no TV chef. I'm not the sort of guy who can knock up a nutritious, low fat, healthy and low cost meal with a lobster, a tub of creosote, anchovies and seasoning...... Well it would be low cost if you caught your own lobster; otherwise you’d... Continue Reading →
I’ve just finished a very simple, but satisfying, breakfast of marmite on toast. It’s was by no stretch of the imagination a culinary masterpiece, of which would grace the recipe books of Jamie Oliver, James Martin or Oasis lead singer Liam Gallagher. However, those two toasted pieces of bread smothered with vegemite meant my day... Continue Reading →
I displayed unusual restraint this morning when I forewent a McDonalds breakfast. I was proud of myself for not acting upon the terrible craving I had, when I woke, for a double sausage and egg McMuffin. I’m no sure why I didn’t act upon it! It could have been the aroma of bread toasting emanating... Continue Reading →