We were HUNGRY!

Phoebe and I were in town last night and most of  today, and by 4.00pm we were starving. Stefanos makes some of the the best pizza in town.

Pizza Marguerita
Pizza Marguerita
I can manage this...
I can manage this…
Done and dusted...
Done and dusted…

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Boo, Phoebe and I were in town today. We had a late lunch at Lambrettas. Of all the many cafes and restaurants in this town, it can be difficult to find somewhere to eat at around 4.00pm. Someone should get on to that!

Pizza Marguerita
Lambrettas Pizza
The Growing Ups
The Growing Ups

And then I went into college and we watched The Carpenter’s Arms, (an Eco home, which I have watched the guys build from scratch), being loaded up ready for transit.

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Boarding now please
Boarding now please
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It All Comes Down to Taste…

I have just been taste tripping through my copy of Veg Every Day by Hugh Fearnley-Whittinstall of River Cottage fame. I love the down to earth style of this books, his writing is joyful, and passionate because this is a guy loves what he does. I like how he gives idea’s for variations on his recipes to suit what you have available, or just to ring the changes. He inspires me and millions of others to go for it. There are many authors who inspire me to do the same, either by their fiction or their recipe books for the craft.

 

 

What we need most though,  is to find our own way of doing it. Once the basics are chewed on and digested, then we can try them again, change the recipe, vary the flavour. Ultimately we are the final taster, and the one we need to please. After all, what chef worth his Marlborough sea salt would happily cook food that he could not appreciate, and savour, with his own palette?

Writing is always a journey, and usually that of a lone traveler. Workshops, critiques and opinions of those whom we respect, are great, but like the chef, we  must make the final decisions,  and feel the joy. If we are unable to do this, then why are we writing?

I found this amusing article by blogger Mike Sacks who sent a story by Vladimir Nabokov to several online critique services. Read and enjoy, it puts things in perspective.