Tag Archives: jar

Missing allspice and a bizarre technique for cooking stuffing (Rousse)

I was busy packing a picnic for a trip to Manchester to visit JC. So far I had found a ham sandwich and a crusty white loaf of bread. TPR was meant to be bringing the main course, but he … Continue reading

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A ladybird problem and an excess of dry goods at Bridge Farm, Ambridge (Rousse)

While a guest of Pat and Tony Archer at Bridge Farm I supervised some final year undergraduates as they completed a maths and genetics project. The assessment task involved the breeding of super-strength ladybirds and storing them in jars. In … Continue reading

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Happy times at the Manor House (Rousse)

TPR and I lived in two modest suites at the University’s of Birmingham’s Manor House. In the summer months we had the run of the building, but when term started in September we were more restricted. For example, it was … Continue reading

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Mislabelled marmalade crisis (Rousse)

I sat down to breakfast at my parents’ mansion. I was finally beginning to warm to the place now that I understood it layout, and was accustomed to the tourists who peered in to observe us every day. When I … Continue reading

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Two kitchens and an injection of gold (Rousse)

TPR and I moved to northern Norway where we lived in a rather run down house with two kitchens. I was determined to bring some order to our living arrangements so started moving jars of flour from one kitchen to … Continue reading

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What to feed babies (Rousse)

I herded my class of blue-uniformed 15 year-olds into a queue outside the remote former school house. The retired head mistress emerged to invite them in, and they settled into their places for an authentic school dinner of past times. … Continue reading

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