Sunlight has been replaced by low clouds, cold winds and rain. Reminding us that spring is a nebulous promise of better weather to come. My over optimistic clothes are layered further with more sensible attire. The dog, averse to the damp, the wet, his lead, anything that does not suit, makes the walk to the shops longer than shadows in the setting sun. I return, rainwater pooling at my feet, to a sombre, lightless kitchen. As dark as a just poured Guinness. I put Ella Fitzgerald on to lighten this sombre, moody atmosphere. The swing will give me a rhythm. A sway.
I love the fact that what you're doing only becomes apparent slowly! I think chips would go very well with it. As you say, they are that other great Flemish gift to cuisine.
I love this one and need to make this dish now.
Mouth watering and beautifully poetic as always Louis! Well done! xx Mary
I love the fact that what you're doing only becomes apparent slowly! I think chips would go very well with it. As you say, they are that other great Flemish gift to cuisine.
Coolio!