Crafting a dessert, is a bit of a magic trick

Oranges sliced and pineapples diced get laid in a dish, and

Next comes the syrup and then the batter, before the dish is covered in foil

Just before the dish is put in the oven – four holes are made to let out steam

Until its time – for it to be turned upside down and

Royally presented to all sat at the table

Excited little ones ask – can i have custard with mine ?



Salford, 4th January 2018




That Tin box in the Christmas bag hides something

Really sweet and tasty

Everyone knows its something special

As you don’t have it to excess

Thing is – you can have some every day – after you’ve eaten your dinner


Bubble and Squeak

Salford, 29th December 2017

I knew it was coming – the creation of a masterpiece.

something from the remains of the Christmas feast – to warm everybody up

chef using concoctions to heighten the flavour of the dish

in first went the potatoes (roast and boiled), and then the onion – accompanied by a drop of oil.

then went the parnsip, turnip and swede.  followed by the carrots

the meat from the leftovers cubed and joined in the heat by a stock cube

and as you listened to the pan – the contents started to bubble

half way there – and with the turn of the veg – it started to speak

squeaking away with a sizzle


Transformation II


in the kitchen

magic is performed


yellow butter

white sugar

brown flour

some eggs

and mixed fruit

join together in harmony

with the aid of nutmeg, cinnamon and mixed space


popped in the oven

and left to combine

they jump about in the warm

and become solid or baked

forming a most wonderful substance

a cake.





#CFFC #LetterK #BASIC #Salford #Garden


Hidden away among a mountain of leaves

the humble blackberry grows on its branch

biding its time till a meeting awaits

when it drops down into a sugary pool

and parties with its pals

no selfies needed here – they’re all jammin’


Eggy Bread


This ain’t no restaurant “French toast”

it’s made over burning logs

in the country air

Foundation for the morning

Set against a glorious sunrise

and cups of camp tea

Thick crusty bread

absorbed in a lake of

golden runniness

Bacon awaits its partner

as it cooks away

in its fat

Poor Man’s omelette ?

after a night on the hills

it’s the food of kings.

Knives and forks ?

or eaten as a sandwich

only quandry – sauce Red or Brown ?