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 →
Within the past week or so I've noticed an alarming number of dead squirrels on local roads; quite a few of these Sciuridae not squashed roadkill, or carrion, but 'intact'. Appearing to've been killed by a glancing blow, not crushed by a vehicle tyre. Footnote - When using the adjective 'alarming' above, I was probably... Continue Reading →
Today, due to an itinerary containing domestic chores of higher priority, GJ Strachan's daily journal commenced later than usual. As a consequence of beef casserole preparation, along with ironing a pile of recently laundered clothes, my arrival at the laptop keyboard was delayed until the sun'd already passed over the yardarm. Incidentally, use of 'the... Continue Reading →
My wife Karen announced earlier it's rainbow trout for dinner tonight. I'm assuming she's referring to the fact we'll be consuming the fish species with colour reflecting scales. Aquatic craniate animal equally at home in salt or fresh water. Not that she's following a trout recipe from a cookbook written by Zippy, Bungle and George!... 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 →
As yesterday's sun perched at solar noon, in a West Yorkshire suburban garden flickering flames engulfing neatly stacked briquettes in a kettle drum bbq. This combustion resultant from the rendezvous of a firelighter with a lit match; a meeting instigated by a middle age man, random of thought and erratic of mind. Bearing in mind the stiff breeze, which I though would render my efforts of... Continue Reading →
Today's writing companions are the sight and sound of chefs displaying their culinary excellence on TVs Saturday Kitchen...... Or it was until a female Spanish chef started carving up octopus, causing my missus to turn the TV off. I’m not sure what Karen finds so odious about the act of preparing a cephalopod mollusc for human... Continue Reading →
After two hospital visits so far this week, it’s good to be appointment free on this bright autumnal morning. I seek neither sympathy or kudos for my minor role in Karen’s fight with her rance maladie, I merely raise this as a thought that recently propagated my neurological corridors. Although they have blighted her existence for nearly six years... Continue Reading →