Luca

Luca

Sometimes it’s hard to think of witty words to say.  On occasion, I do wonder if people would notice my use of literary devices in my writing. Sometimes when my mind mightily wanders, I do spend a few moments thinking about who the people reading 

Lotus

Lotus

Just when I thought that my life couldn’t get anymore thrilling, I was continuously proven wrong.  Today I was subject to vengeful action of the avian kind. I got pooed on. I know that some people may think that there might be a reason for 

St John Bread and Wine

St John Bread and Wine

St John is known for starting the nose to tail eating revolution in the UK.  People over here somehow seem to think it is a revolutionary new way to eat.  Yet, I’m sure the peasants in the fields in Middle England could have told the 

Yosma

Yosma

Yosma.  Sounds like a type of vulgarity. You Yosma.  How could you be so Yosma. Actually, it seems that the real meaning is far more mundane.  It’s a Turkish name. So anyhow, with such angst unloaded, it was time to try the food.  In rather 

Black and Blue

Black and Blue

Selective memory is a great thing.  On occasion, all I can remember are past glories, triumphs and inexplicably stratospheric heights of the food I consumed.  At other times, when a more maudlin mood is upon me, all I can see and smell is the garbage