pickLinford takes units of time - seconds, minutes, hours, weeks etc and writes short entries on how that unit of time effects different food from the exact minutes to make a perfect cup of tea to the years to mature a port. She meets lots of amazingly talented and dedicated farmers, producers and shops who champion quality and heritage. Very engaging read, full of little snippets of knowledge and windows into other worlds. Loved it
Sorry I‘m a bit behind ! Thanks for the tag @Texreader ♥️
1- Give our neighbours as much support as we can - they‘re going through a tough time.
2- Tag An interesting take on time as an essential component in coming. I‘m reading all about ‘minutes‘ at the moment!
3- adventurous and thorough… maybe???
Now January comes to a close - and my #audlangspine reads are in the bag - I‘m moving on to this years reading theme - books about food !
#Naturalitsy #MidwinterSolace
I used my wintery-est non-fiction book a few weeks ago for the solstice/equinox prompt, so for this #FridayNightShare I‘m going with a favorite winter cookbook from Brit chef Diana Henry. All of her books are delightful to read & look at & this one is especially cozy (although not great for vegan diets) with chapters on cheeses, winter veg/fruits, meats/game, smoked food, etc. Her smoked fish risotto is a favorite.❄️
pickI laughed so much reading this book. Food, meals, books, family, friends. So much of our lives revolves around food, and we don‘t really stop to think about it. The idea of a last meal, throwing the idea of meals, at all, out the window, in the end, is our last freedom. But, seriously, this is a very funny and fun read. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
#DecemberDreams
I‘d love to #LetItSnow but this isn‘t the climate for it. I picked this cookbook for today‘s prompt because of the title (the sub title is “Food to Warm the Soul”) & because it‘s a good one to get into a cozy, wintery spirit. ❄️💙❄️
so-soThe sections narrated by Arthens, which contain the titular rhapsodic descriptions of food, were beautiful (with the exception of a few ill-advised metaphors, such as comparing a ripe tomato to "plumpish" woman in a party dress). The alternating chapters were often too short for me to get invested. It felt like the book was arguing with itself over how much plot was needed.
The tomato sat "crimson in its taut silken finery, undulating with the occasional more tender hollow, with a communicable cheerfulness about it like a plumpish woman in her party dress hoping to compensate for the inconvenience of her extra pounds by means of a disarming chubbiness evoking an irresistible desire to bite into her flesh."
Yikes. I'm beyond "plumpish," but my goodness, I'm not a tomato! Definitely not trying to evoke that desire.
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