Böcker av James Penny

Wherein our intrepid author teaches us many valuable lessons in cooking, having watched more than one grown man sit in hunger until his mama cooked a sirloin in the skillet. Hard to imagine. Even a little peanut butter on bread would have been beyond the one boy's ability, and he was already married. Why his long suffering spousal unit never popped some sense in that thick noggin of his remains a mystery to us all, but she never did, at least not that anyone ever knew.So here is an offering to the universe, something to preclude unnecessary starvation. Really! How hard can it be to slap some mayo and ham between two slices of bread, white, whole wheat, or otherwise? Or better, open a can of beer and a bag of chips? With very little added gumption, we can even slide into actually dropping a pan on the stove, if not a pan in the oven, bringing up the heat, and having something warm and good for dins. Think buttered toast with grape jelly or something.

Love, I don't remember Love and it didn't remember me. I stare out of my Van window, into the darkness of a winters night, having just left my Wife and life of 23 years and listen to the rain crashing down on the roof of my new tin home. Some six months later, I sit next to my pushbike and camp stove, making tea from the snow-capped Norwegian mountains that are lit up by the thousand stars that are keeping me company. I see a shooting star fly through the heavens, but I make no wish, as my wishes have already come true. That is, I'm here, I did it, I made it to Norway, the start of my ride through Europe. I catch another star burst into life and I see the world turning once more. Hmm so perhaps love does make the world go around, but not in my love for someone, but love is here looking out at the heavens and the starlit snow-capped mountains. My God James bach this certainly is one mighty fine T stop.