Masterpiece ii

Acrostic, Cooking, Food, Poetry


Made from the finest beef

And vegetables fresh from the north of england

Something stupendous has been prepared

Transforming the ingredients into something that

Excites the tastebuds, as meat and potato dance

Round the pan with carrots and leeks

Pepper, salt and herbs

In a tango to 

Excite the senses

Coming together on the plate…a dish

Everyone will enjoy

The Art of a sandwich

Acrostic, Food


Some say it begins with

a loaf of bread, nicely sliced – type – to your preference – two slices

next – comes the spread – butter, margarine, salad cream or sandwich spread

dedicated sandwich makers always go for the mayo

when that’s been applied, on goes the salad, lettuce cucumber tomato

If you fancy it, add olives or sweetcorn and then

cover it in your favourite meat before putting the top on



Eating, Food, Fruit, Fun, Garden, Strawberries, Treat


Take a crisp blue sky
and a gentle breeze
and add a little heat
Sand or Sea is optional
but a mat or blanket – essential

Sandwiches – Tomato or Cucumber
(or if you prefer) Ham or Beef
prepare a little salad
to serve on the plate beneath

Lemonades a nice drink you might want to take
or maybe a smoothie or ice-cream milkshake
The Grown-ups take coffee – or water for tea
in a well lined thermos – away from the bees

For afters – some fruit or perhaps a pie
Chocolate’s a favourite – I don’t want to lie!
but a nice way to finish this picnic – a dream
is a small bowl of strawberries – topped off with ice cream.

Braising Steak


18th feb 2016, Salford.


I’ve just had the most yummiest of evening meals

(Apologies if there are any vegetarians reading this passage!)

The meal’s cooking and preparation started just as I made my way to Imperial War Museum North.  Dad took a pack of braising steak, sprayed a little oil on it, added two stock cubes – and a little water and left it in the oven on a low temperature.

Meanwhile – I was at the museum, assisting with visitor enquiries

Upon my return, I was greeted by pots of green vegetables, Potatoes and Yams all cooking away on the hob.  A glorious smell was coming from the oven.

From time to time, Dad returned to the oven to turn the meat when necessary.  By now the water in the pan had mixed with the fat from the meat and the stock cubes to create a delicious gravy.

It was served up at tea time with the vegetables – end result – empty plates