More tasting then meeting a friend with good taste!

What a day of food! It started with breakfast today which was scotch eggs, then sandwiches, then roasts, then prepared vegetables, cakes, ice cream and juices, but I’ve left out about 30 categories in between! What a final day at The Grocer Gold Awards 2012. It’s very interesting to taste blind, and then have the [...]

YouTube

Hey there.

Just popping by with a quick update. No need to put the kettle on or fetch the French fancies from that biscuit tin you keep for special occasions.

You might already know that I have my very own channel on YouTube. If you grow tired of looking up viral videos of cats playing the piano or celebrities falling over, you can see clips featuring me cooking and the other things I get up to.

I predict a maggot, I predict a maggot….

The idea of being filmed sounds fine until you’re actually being filmed. You can fool yourself into thinking that you have perfect poise and clipped, clear diction, but that’s before you’re standing in front of a team of people brandishing cameras, lights and booms. You’re expected to act naturally, yet at the same time you’re receiving directions to do and say things you might not otherwise do and say. All of a sudden your legs become filled with jellied eels, your tongue swells to three times its regular size, and your arms become strangers, flailing and flapping about like those tall balloons you see outside car showrooms.

Lost in China

There is something undeniably exciting about travelling. I have racked up more air miles than Judith Chalmers, but I still get giddy-hearted jitters the night before I leave. I could pack my suitcase or kitbag in my sleep, but I always get wobbly-kneed at the thought of getting on a plane and flying off to pastures new and far away. I consider myself very fortunate in that I have seen most of what there is to see of the world. I have criss-crossed the continents, trotted the globe, and been pretty much everywhere you are told you should go by those articles in magazines which are titled “100 Places To Visit Before You Die”. If having a lot of stamps in your passport really was the road to contentment, I could die a happy man.