My favourite menu entries from the places to which I travel. I’d like to say that I eat them before I photograph them, but that would be an untruth. And the fuzziness is due to my difficulties with the elementary facts of camera focus, rather than any peristaltic fussiness in my alimentary canal.
All the best for your dinner tonight.
nice chatting
Paul
About Me
the art of unpacking
After a childhood in India, a theological training in the USA and a pastoral ministry in Southland (New Zealand), I spent twenty years in theological education in New Zealand — first at Laidlaw College and then at Carey Baptist College, where I served as principal. In 2009 I began working with Langham Partnership and since 2013 I have been the Programme Director (Langham Preaching). Through it all I've cherished the experience of the 'gracious hand of God upon me' and I've relished the opportunity to 'unpack', or exegete, all that I encounter in my walk through life with Jesus.
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I was always disappointed you wouldn't share the family bowel last year but maybe you will be braver in June? Paul B
My favourite is chicken 'Gordon blur'.. last seen on the menu in the Houses of Parliament as a Labour leader hybrid..
Paul B – the arrangement remains as it was: you eat the 'snakes' and I'll consume the 'family bowel'.
And yes, Jo, I guess that Gordon Blur's time as PM does seem a blur now. I confess that I wondered if a conflation was in mind – say, Gordon Blair, for example.