Proudly displayed on my wall, above my desk, is a bill of sale dated November 3rd 1845. It relates to the sale of fruit, preserves and pickles and is signed by my great-great-great Grandfather, who, along with his wife were the proprietors of a 'Foreign and British, fruit, oil, Italian and fish sauce warehouse' in… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: the fruity side of Christmas.
Almost twenty-five years ago, my parents bought a large, honey coloured stone village house on the borders of three French departments; the Lot-et-Garonne, The Gers and The Landes. Three departments with extremely different culinary influences yet all exceptional in their own way.My first ever piece of food writing was for my GCSE English coursework portfolio.… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosophises in Gascony: Market Musings
For years, those words, banded about from about mid-June terrified me. I admit that I did not enjoy school; I was classic bully fodder and suffered terribly. Now, Master A is about to start secondary school; luckily he takes after Mr D and is very popular albeit a little geeky around the edges and after… Continue reading Back to school, foodie festivals….and sticky buns!