Recipes for Trouble

Writing Matters

UPDATE. YOUR. BLOG!!! he whispered loudly, intimately in my ear. We were at a drag queen bar on Church Street. I was tired, achey, and exhilarated. I’d just escaped the dusty realm of my mind (we’re talkin marking season, folks). I had attended a performance of spoken word poets, two of whom are my…

Recipes for Trouble

Italia: Slow, Small Food

The restaurant, Da Divo, had been highly recommended. One of the best in Siena, some said. We ordered, nervously. We’d had some antipasti earlier. We only wanted primi. My travelling companion ordered the wild boar pasta. I had gnocchi with seafood sauce, over a bed of sauteed kale. What fun! It took an age…

Recipes for Trouble

Back to England

I spent two years living in England as a kid. I can still recall so many tastes and smells: Bird’s Custard, yellow and smooth, floating over and around an apple crumble. The little bottles of milk and foil-wrapped biscuits they gave us every morning at school. Lime cordial. Shandy. Hovis bread.The smell of hedges,…