Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday afternoon I cooked a homemade vegetable soup - A consommé so bland it led me to question the validity of the old adage 'Too many cooks spoil the broth'. Yours truly concluding the culinary combo's flavour to be so meagre that assistance from additional chefs couldn't possibly have spoilt it anymore. To my mind... Continue Reading →
Easter Monday has been a productive day for yours truly. Shopping for food essentials, the penning of a blog, garden borders tended, cooking of a second shepherds pie in two days and a phone call with a friend being amongst my itinerary. Not to mention watching a dramatisation of the Titanic enquiry; all of which... Continue Reading →
Sunday evening, my day at this juncture has incorporated writing the essay Decor Differences, hoeing the borders of the back garden, removing the deadwood from a clematis and cooking of a roast beef dinner. I don't claim to be a chef of repute, my ventures down the culinary lane entailing the experimentally bereft strategy of... Continue Reading →