Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On our way home from watching the matinee performance of The Commitments on Saturday, my wife and I dined at the new Gino D’Campo restaurant in the centre of Leeds. It was our inaugural visit to the TV chef’s eatery on Park Row, which brings a soupcon of the Mediterranean to West Yorkshire. A ‘soupcon... Continue Reading →
I made a vegetarian pasta dish for the family tea tonight. Incidentally, despite finding the meal more than palatable, I want to be clear this isn't the start of yours truly embracing vegetarianism. To completely cut out the consumption of carnivorous cuisine would currently be too big a shift of my eating habits...... Blimey, I... Continue Reading →
With my dad still unable to drive any real distance, I transported him and my mum to the White Rose Centre this morning for their weekly food shop. To clarify, by transporting my parents I'm referring to driving them to the shopping centre in my trusty Astra motorcar. Not teleporting them Star Trek like from their... 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 →
On a couple of occasions recently I've had very pleasant lunches out, courtesy of two different Christmas gifts. On Friday, my wife Karen and I had a two course lunch with drinks at a Country House hotel in the Vale of York, courtesy of my sister Helen. While yesterday Karen, my parents and I had... Continue Reading →
I’m sure she won’t mind me disclosing this, but my wife is 50 later this year. It is a landmark birthday that five years ago, when she was diagnosed with incurable illness, we thought she wouldn’t see. With this in mind, the family are eager to ensure this materialises into a memorable few months for Karen Strachan.... Continue Reading →
I went to the York Food Festival yesterday with my wife, son and daughter. The venue was the pleasant tree lined square on Parliament Street, in the centre of York. Here a throng of hundreds of visitors, buskers, artists and a street entertainer balancing on a pole, all added to the conviviality of the occasion.... Continue Reading →