Suddenly, here we are, down to the last week of school and truly free-range writing. Then there’ll be visitors (yay, someone to buy us beer!) and Christmas, and after that just three weeks to pack up the whole household and get myself and the boys on a plane. Continue reading “Exit strategy”
So as I was saying, the autumn roadsides are ablush with ripe hawthorn berries, which appear to be non-toxic but still entirely useless as a foraged food. The wild rose bushes, however, which are also widespread, are laden with fat scarlet rosehips, and these are useful. (Remember, we’re operating on an if it’s free, we’ll eat it basis.) Continue reading “Wild food and wildlife (If this is autumn… part 2)”
This house, this outlook, this routine. A parallel universe, governed by subtly altered laws of physics: a life both recognisable and profoundly different.
The most obvious recalibration in this looking-glass world is the perfect inversion of the time-money equation. Continue reading “Two steps domesticated, one step feral”
With a new life and an uncertain budget, we’re inevitably evolving new ways of shopping and eating.
Things we’ve given up buying:
– designer yoghurt
– fancy salad leaves (we’re eating iceberg for the first time in 15 years)
– Kato mayonnaise Continue reading “The free-range cook”
We start working our way through the weird shit at the back of the pantry, which ordinarily contains enough food to ward off a minor apocalypse. This embarrassment of storecupboard riches is topped up prophylactically every week with three of everything, to cover an almost infinite range of possible cooking scenarios. Continue reading “Austerity measures 2”