This Prisoner’s Final Meal

It’s no secret I’m my grandpappy’s child. We’re cut from the same cloth him and I. Dreamy and contemplative, often lost to our thoughts. And with a mom working the occasional evening shift, I was often fobbed off on her folks. Without fail, it was my Papa who tucked me into bed at night and […]

Read More

Some Musings on a Flavour Filled Life

My first food memory. Fried egg on toast cut into squares with streaky bacon. A dinner staple in my home with a single mother who was often loathe to cook. A habit to this day, I would eat around the egg yolk, saving it for last with a side of crispy fat. Then, as now, […]

Read More