Psyche of an Asparagus

Look at me, I’m green and long I’m not a beet, I am not corn, I’m classy, both raw and fried, there’s nothing wrong with that.    Look at me, I’m white and fat I don’t care what you think,  Of that. I have a tip, a crunchy end. I’m great with butter, oh, and…

Just a thought, and a little bit of love.

Hello lovely people, I will not be posting a food blog this week. It didn’t feel appropriate yesterday, and it still doesn’t today. In the wake of what happened in Manchester, to post a story about something I ate seems, to me, disrespectfully frivolous. I will get back to normal with it next week. In…

Cakes at the Caumont centre d’art, and an unwanted Turner exhibition.

On our second last day in Aix en Provence, we accidentally went to a Turner exhibition. ‘Accidentally’ is overstating it. We intentionally walked there, and obediently bought our tickets at the entrance. Happily walked through the lovely rooms full of elegant furniture. Took an obligatory mirror selfie. And wound our way up and down a…