Many of us will look to that extra cheese course after Christmas lunch, and then there has to be enough cheese in the house to take you through to the new year. I have already covered the history of stilton in my diaries but now I'd like to share with you a few of my … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: the cheesecake of cheesecakes.
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
A couple of weeks ago I trawled my county (and adjacent ones) searching for the best produce I could find to fill my fridge and cupboard for the week ahead. Today I went to a supermarket and it was as though I saw it all with new eyes. I was disgusted by the rows of … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosophises; part 2
Two years ago, on Christmas Eve, a relative of mine was in Lidl and witnessed the staff throwing frozen Turkeys into black bags. Where were they going? she inquired. The bin, she was told. They weren't allowed to give them away, they had to be destroyed. The staff were very upset but they were … Continue reading Waste not, want not….
