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Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

recipes

  • I Am The Egg Man.

    When I had my own business I used to cook the books, but one day the taxman broke his teeth on one. I stuck to cooking eggs after that, because it was such an egg-spensive do. I had to shell out a lot of money it certainly wasn’t a poultry (paltry) amount, it was no… Read more

  • Egg

    Family traditions not many do we have. There is just one tradition our immediate family share, we use the word “egg” as a greeting, this comes from the gradual morphing of hello, to “eggloaf” then just “Egg”. It’s quite good in a crowded place the shouting of “egg” usually gets attention. When our boys were… Read more

  • Bad Eggs

    Despite the following bit of fun, I really am quite good at cooking eggs. To me it’s an art, everything has to be finished at the same time, toast done, table set, tea made and poured. I remember the first time we had goose eggs, the lady at the campsite shop told us 20 minutes… Read more

  • Recipe For Life.

    When I received the news I was free of cancer, I was in turmoil, part pre cancer part post cancer. I remember saying to my wife “I’m going on a journey, will you come with me?” I didn’t realise then exactly what that meant, all I knew, I had to leave behind the Keith that… Read more