Wednesday 3 August 2011

There is no such thing as history...

The fabled realm is eternal. It is still only a rough stone sketch. We search for more pebbles, large and small. A hundred tonnes or so of rocks and soil might just do the trick. I still have a long way to go I will save the explanations for later. Key words to ponder on evolutive design , transtemporal, organic architecture. (Honest it does it on it's own, must be magic) All's well in the Izdom of Iz.

Puffball...

What a find, a giant puffball fungus growing beneath the oak trees.
It's fleshy and white inside, you have to catch them before they produce spore. This one is ideal. Anne -So hacks away the inedible bits, the tough root core and a few suspicious looking insect holes.
I prepare the cabbage for a dish my dad taught me.Bhuja The strawberries are another story. They ended up in the conserve.
Voila! Anne-Sophie's Puffball flan. The meal was a masterpiece.

Butterflies in the daisies...

By evenings fading light...

Dry stone and cornichon...
Cabbage and marigolds.