By baruk on December 25, 2009
what is it about christmas and food? the pig in the pot of the wild hills of home, or the pig on a spit of the kiribati islands? here we are civilised settled, though and call it ham. but with good friends and laughter (and potatoes on the side) it is a feast; and more, […]
By baruk on December 17, 2009
under the party tree lie the carcasses of ice cream cones and the tortured remains of a pizza hell hath no fury like a school on picnic.
By baruk on December 6, 2009
this christmas has a different smell. none of the pine quickened charcoal fires of a biting winter night or the pork-and-mustard-leaf happiness the stench of tribal feasting. this christmas is lush fed by a swollen river and shaded by the broad leafed trees of tane’s mighty garden. and try as i might i cannot smell […]