Barney’s epicurean hopes and dreams are cruelly dashed. He’s back to snuffling out fried chicken bones, so festively strewn along the High Street by Stoke Newington’s jeunesse dorée on Friday night. He’s all about free range foraging.
Dog day afternoon
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Love and a Licked Spoon is written by Debora Robertson, food writer, editor, enthusiastic kitchen botherer and optimistic planter of pretty and edible things. She lives in north London with her husband Séan, a dog, a cat and a mountain of cookbooks and seed catalogues. She is ideologically opposed to rectangular plates. Her latest book, Declutter: The get-real guide to creating calm from chaos was published by Kyle Books in 2018. Dogs' Dinners: The healthy, happy way to feed your dog was published by Pavillion Books in 2018. Gifts from the Garden: 100 Gorgeous Homegrown Presents, was published by Kyle Books in 2012. View all posts by @lickedspoon
4 thoughts on “Dog day afternoon”
Hello Katherine,>>How right you are. He’s a steak-seeking missile who can sniff out a sausage from about a mile and a half.>>Debora
Well, he quite clearly looks like guide dog to me! A guide dog for the nose …
He’s in therapy to cope with the rejection. This was going well until today, when Vanessa AKA Lady de B, dressed him in a faux pearl and diamante cat necklace she bought in Paris. Now he has to contend with gender and species confusion too.
Oh Barney, what a blow. May you find new sausage hunting grounds and run free with the paw licking good chickens.