A little bite with big flavours.

Winding down the back lanes of North Devon we rode. Between hedges thick with the sound of small nervous creatures, gearing up for their nocturnal lives to start. Passing ancient grain stores and dilapidated barns perched on the edge of farmland, like grim vultures over looking its next buffet. Small hamlets, littered with a handful…

Circa1924, an amazing year for food.

It was a dark and mild evening (ooooh the dark and mild exciting start) when we ventured into the heart of Exeter and followed our hunger directors (tum-tum devices) to the newly re-furbished Circa1924.     I’m a picky man when it comes to eating out. Picky is not another term for awkward, not when…

Sometimes the food of life, is love.

It’s not always about what I’m eating, what I want to eat or what someone else is eating. Sometimes I get capture wonderful people celebrating beautiful moments. These are a few snaps of love. See, It’s not all about me and my quest for gnasher to gullet enrichment.

Iron forged with bacon & beef.

I tend to gravitate towards open fire cooking. Just scroll down through my, admittedly, limited blog selection and you’ll see a handful of smoky-posts. Read how I relish the way flame laps at food, scorching flavour deep into its nom-nommery… you get it. So with a happy heart (and very low light) I found myself…

Portraits of British Beef

The cow goes moo, it’s a fundamental truth. At an early age we are taught to copy their call, draw them grazing in scribbled crayon fields and made very aware that Old McDonald had them on his farm. For the long time, I had a serious intolerance to milk as a child. Who knew I…

Comfort in the damp & dark. 

Rain. Hopefully it’s inevitable. Luckily, it falls where I live keeping things green & splashy. I’m lucky that I can choose to buy a bottle of it from a shop that is situated right next to a public fountain. I can lazily sluff my dusty ocular snoozed self, a whole 10 foot in the small…

Hello I take photos of food. 

That’s right, that’s last nights dinner right there. There on the floor. Pea and onion lentils, three fish fingers and a fried egg. On the floor. I’ll capture an image of food anywhere. Bit of sriracha squirt for a bit of grime-sexy. Old tea towel in the mix. Radio 4 blasting in the background (high…

As the birch burned, we dined.

Fire, smoke, iron, earth and wood. We wanted to fill our bellies, that was a given. Our teeth are worn from experimental chomps and chews that our wallets would like to forget. At times our passports, not quite as used as they’d like, seem like table invites. Sirens that compel a new dining wonder and seemingly…

The word is the Bird.

Word is out that there’s a new bird in town… well, soon will be. And myself and a band of greedy bloggers were invited to an evening of moonshine – crunching on sauce slathered tasty bits, more booze and the gift given by beautiful free range clucky lovelies. The venue was the new and spankingly…

Beercan for all!

The Topsham Beer & Bacon Festival is at last upon us. A pork filled moment in time, put together by the talented folk behind Good Game and the Pig and Pallet. This little piggy fest didn’t creep up, it squealed madly onto the scene, hurling trotter-fulls of napkins high into the air, emerging from beneath the crumpled recyclable froth…

Love that shack!

Sometimes life hands you a cutlass. You just have to grab it by the hilt, scruff up your face, find that lost swagger and pirate-up yourself more than the global meeting of Jack Sparrow’s anonymous. I think I should add that metaphor is clinging by the tips of its fingers, waiting, hoping that no one…

We flew with the mighty Elk…

I’m a greedy guts. My teeth like to nibble. The taste buds that I own aren’t easy to please. This ol’stomach of mine quite often demands more than my bank balance can dish out. I have eyes that seem to naturally sting and seep actual acid at the sight of a poorly chosen menu. Basically…