The family wanted me to try marmite, which is some sort of dark brown yeast extract that many Kiwis seem to enjoy. […] The family asked me to try it saying that it tastes better than it smells. They were completely wrong. Gack! No more marmite for this boy.

The principal French boudin competition is held every year at Mortagne-au-Perche in Normandy, attracting hundreds […]

The weather is cold, grey, resolutely Januaryish.

It was a refined mouth, accustomed to the better things in life. With it he sorted out the few poisonous fungi from the good ones, and enjoyed fallen fruit, carrion, tubers, berries, sprouted nuts, and the bitesome green balled fists of ferns just up.