Hi Everyone, This week’s column concludes the 2-part look at Black Pudding.
It’s late Saturday afternoon. The sun is still high in the sky but it is now what is known as the golden hour, the time of the afternoon when the sun washes everything with a comforting glow of golden hue.
We have been chatting for several years now, so much so that things have reached the stage where I have to start some of our conversations with one of these phrases: Remember I told you… Last year I shared with you… If you have been reading me for a while… Well this is going to be one of those occasions.
It’s cruel, unfair and sheer torture. What is? The calling, texting, tweeting, Facebook-ing and instant messaging that many of us are involved in as we tease and taunt our family and friends living overseas with the food of home.