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07 August 2026

Knob.


First into the pan goes a generous knob of butter, followed by the chicken breasts and legs, a large onion cut into quarters, a dozen or so sliced champignons de Paris—those small, tightly capped white mushrooms—a couple of cloves of garlic en chemise, crushed but not peeled, and a bouquet garni of herbs. When the color of the chicken has turned to deep gold, a large glass of white wine is poured into the pan and allowed to reduce before half a liter of crème fraîche is added. The bird is cooked for thirty minutes, the sauce is strained through a fine sieve, the dish is seasoned to taste, and there you have it.

26 November 2025

Ah.


Ye know, don't ye, what it feels like when ye burn yer hand in takin' a cake out of the oven or wi' a match when ye're lightin' one of they godless cigarettes? Ay. It stings wi' a fearful pain, don't it? And ye run away to clap a bit o' butter on it to take the pain away. Ah, but ... there'll be no butter in hell!

Stella Gibbons, from Cold Comfort Farm

Thank ye, Mum.

01 April 2024

Inevitable.

Vollon, Mound of Butter, 1885


The solution, once revealed, must seem to have been inevitable.

Raymond Chandler