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First, a recipe: https://www.madewithlau.com/recipes/clay-pot-rice Then a soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41U-gRYIuMg Today is my worst day. Ever. Not the day our well loved family dog, Abbie was put-down. I was 10. Not the day I failed my college intake exams, “we are so disappointed, not angry, just disappointed”, that same year. Not the… Read More »A fable, an obsession, a bowl.
Prompted by Ito Ogawa, I’m determined to become a great detective. I’ll use an individual’s lactic acid markers to identify them as the perpetrator. Obviously, I’m slightly hobbled if they choose to use gloves whilst committing their crime, but we’ll break that barrier down, should we come across it. Wish… Read More »I am the Ferment Detective
Did Mum want to balance the scales? Were there too many males already when first Liz, then Kate were pushed out into the world. Did she want a third girl to match the weights, the hormones, the drag. Family history, sketchy and human drawn and subject to memory, for me… Read More »A la carte or prix fixe
Starts next month again, I think. I committed to this in 2025, so am duty bound to do the same this year. Val will be undertaking her own version, so there’s the added incentive, encoragement and goad of having someone body-double your project. In advance of that, I’m going back… Read More »Counting down to #The100DayProject
A person who definitely is, Val Littlewood, suggested doing a 10-minute a day drawing. It ties in nicely with my plans for what I want to do this year (& equally what I don’t). This therefore, is the result of the first 10-minute session. The left hand column is the… Read More »I’m no artist but…
And a curiosity of the modern world is that so many countries seem to have agreed to abide by the convention that “the new year aka here we go again” starts today, the 1st January. Instead of a more organic date. Like the 25th March in England traditionally used to… Read More »It’s another year
I posted these words yesterday on Salute the Pig. It’s important (to me, anyway) that there’s no doubt about the humanity of this blog and the pieces you’ll find here. I’ve no idea how many people actually read these doodles but, they’re all mine. No LLM Slop Bucket has been… Read More »This place is, indeed, a place of honour
There’s an old picture — a copy of which is now held in a gallery Holland — of the cook who used to cook at the cafe at the end of the pier. We’d paid for it to be painted on his retirement which was back in about 1625. He’d… Read More »Always eating in the same bar
Just a few steps along from the ancient fish-market, the pier structure juts out into the deep water from the town’s mid-point. From above, it resembles a dog’s muzzle, tongue lapping from its massive bowl. There’s been a food stall of one sort or another on the pier almost since… Read More »A dog drinking from the sea
In parts of Eastern Europe, there remain rocks, large rocks, inset — very deliberately — into river banks or beds, hunched, gargoyle-like and chiselled with verses, names, dates, recording the terrible times; the times of hunger and of famine and of thirst. They’re known as “hunger stones.” The date of… Read More »The hunger pot
I saw this graphic posted elsewhere today and it struck me how very accurately drawn is the guidance and yet how very simple are the instructions given. If you’re a writer? Follow them. If you’re an artist? Follow them. If you’re a bit jaded or simply depressed of life? Follow… Read More »A short master-class in writing. Or art. Or life, in general.
At least that’s what you were nicknamed when you were alive. Back there on Earth. Now? Hmmmm. Chef to the dead? Chef to the hungry ghosts? You’re stuck here, whatever they choose to call you. In Limbo, ghosts still feel they have to eat. So you’re the person they’ve designated… Read More »Chef to the stars
We needed to escape. The human owners had been kind enough — well, they hadn’t been unkind, let’s just leave it at that — but this was no life for a robot, sitting atop an old weather barograph, stuck in the English Fenlands. No, we needed to be with our… Read More »The robots on the shelf
I suppose, like Auden, one could say that this too, was “not an important failure”. An apparently calm, almost clichéd idyllic picture, set somewhere in the Adriatic. And yet, the drowning wind-surfer in the background of the view, dragged down by the anchor chain he became entangled with, is ignored.… Read More »The fisherman ignores the fall
