Generally I will not eat a lot of meat, maybe once a month. But the wild game gentleman at the farmers market sold his product well, and here we are with guinea fowl.

It’s good karma when you are browning something on the stovetop and the moment you have to put on the loud fan to keep the smoke alarm from going off coincides with the moment that Spotifaj gives you the song you don’t really like.

One of the candidates to head the C*nservative party says other cultures are no good and maternity pay is excessive. So obviously this one will win.

I think roast them in a pan with some cherry tomatoes and garlic, a little olive oil and thyme, them flup it over some pasta.

In a fit of enthusiasm at the farmers market I bought chanterelles, now I have to figure out what to do with them.

New bakeries have opened in the neighbourhood and everyone has had to elevate their baklava game. The competition has become intense.

This guy is always pretending to be familiar with cultural heritage he does not know. For the record, the penguin in Wallace and Gromit did not wear glasses. www.theguardian.com/politics/202...

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Listening to a radio presentation on Malcolm Gladwell, and he is saying that things we think of as large scale phenomena often involve a limited number of people and .... is this the whole argument? That is not an insight at all.

The thing that people forget about enemies in war is that eventually you will have to negotiate peace with them. You can’t negotiate peace with your friends, it’s only your enemies you can do that with. So it matters whether your enemy thinks you are trustworthy and honourable.

Everyone has a favourite mushroom and mine are shiitake. But do I like bukovače, oh yes, and vrganji, oh my yes indeed.