Archive for January, 2009
Food Memories
I was thinking just recently about how different food and meal times are today than when I was growing up in the 1970s and 80s.
This was a time before most people had heard of a microwave and the slow cooker, pressure cooker and sandwich toaster were at the cutting edge of modern kitchen technology. You bought your greens from the greengrocer (or granddad’s garden), your bread from the baker, your dried goods from the grocer, your meat from the butcher, your fish from the fish shop, and, your booze from an off-license and the only take-away options were fish and chips or a Chinese – and neither would deliver. This was a time when the fruit and vegetables available in the supermarkets and greengrocers changed with the seasons and came in all kinds of non-uniform shapes and sizes. Esther Rantzen built her career on odd shaped vegetables. The hypermarket was still a strange, foreign French phenomenon back then and Brussels had yet to begin to interfere too much.
Every main meal would feature potatoes – new, boiled or mashed (or creamed), or, more typically chipped. The chip pan was often a family heirloom passed down through the ages and with the oil rarely changed across the generations. These were proper chip pans – the kind that burnt your house down if left unwatched. No namby pamby oven chips or deep fat fryers for us. And, this was proper fat – proper artery clogging lard, dripping and the like. Not a poly-unsaturated , extra virgin, or groundnut back in the day.
Every main meal also featured bread. No baguettes or ciabattas or pittas for us. It was sliced white with butter (or dripping) every time. I can still see my grandma sitting on the sofa and roaring at the wresting on a Saturday afternoon while the butter softened on the hearth next to the gas fire in the lounge. Giant Haystacks and Big Daddy used to get her going. Saturday teas sometimes consisted entirely of jam sandwiches – my dad’s favourite.
The Sunday roast used to last for days. Big chunks of meat that always had a bone which I would pick clean while stirring mom’s home made gravy. No Bisto or ready-made in our household. Sunday lunch would be followed by cold meat and bubble and squeak or a cottage/shepherd’s pie on a Monday or maybe a risotto (minced meat and rice) or a homemade pie. Mom had her own contraption for mincing meat.
There was always a homemade cake. A scone, a rock cake, a Madeira, Victoria sponge, coffee, or, fruit cake. Licking the bowl clean after a baking session was often a weekend treat. Sunday lunches were often completed by a pie or a crumble using apples, gooseberries or rhubarb from my granddad’s garden. Sunday teas were often followed by tinned fruit and condensed milk or Angel Delight – heaven in a packet.
Meals were always traditional. Spaghetti bolognese was an exotic treat while curries (Vesta) were made by adding water to a dried powder and they always contained sultanas.
Cheese came in only a few flavours – Cheddar, Cheshire, Stilton (at Christmas) and magic little triangles of Dairylea.
These were happy days full of fresh, homegrown, homemade comfort food. While I enjoy today’s variety, ethnicity, and, ready availability, I do think that the modern ready meal, pre-made sauces, stocks and blah, blah, blah are lacking in something.
Now, what’s for dinner?
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3 comments January 30, 2009
Stupid!
The Eames/Bradley Report which proposed giving £12,000 to families of all those killed in Norther Ireland’s Troubles is proving as divisive as any religion or sectarianism.
How can it be right, morally or ethically, that the family of a terrorist gets “rewarded” the same as the family of an innocent?
And, I know, many of you will be screaming at your computer screens saying that one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter……..Nelson Mandela…..blah, blah, blah. But I am sorry, you are wrong! Plain wrong.
A freedom fighter does not bomb innocents on a crowded shopping area in Omagh. A freedom fighter does not shoot dead a policeman directing traffic or a prison officer on his way home. A freedom fighter does not lob grenades into the crowds of mourners at a funeral.
The people who did such things, on both sides of the sectarian divide, are terrorists and criminals pure and simple. I am sure that they were loved by their friends and family but to reward the circumstances of their death, in the course of perpetrating a reign of terror against the non-combatants on the islands of Ireland and Great Britain, is simply wrong.
Remember the innocent victims first and foremost. Truth and reconciliation is something I hope we all strive for in Northern Ireland and the Irish Republic. Wrong has been done on both sides. But, black is not the same as white; good is not the same as evil; and a hooded coward killed setting a bomb in a pub is not the same as an innocent shopping on a Saturday afternoon.
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Add comment January 29, 2009
Celebrity Big Brother Fixed?
Now, I have long since been a fan of the, sadly, now faded talents and charms of Ulrika Jonsson (see here)……..
And, I am very glad indeed that the American contingent did not win (see here)………
But, how on Earth did Ulrika do it?!? She was booed throughout the evening by the in-studio audience. She had been up for nominations so many times. She was so up herself, arrogant, glum, and often a bit rude throughout the three weeks. And, quite frankly, she looks like my grandma…….
Even she muttered the word “fix” when the result was announced. Channel Four, shame on you!
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3 comments January 26, 2009
The Stig Outed

I cannot believe that Top Gear’s Stig has been identified and outed by the great British media.
Apparently the Stig, contrary to popular mythology, is neither super-human, alien, nor Damon Hill. The Stig is actually one Ben Collins, stunt driver and champion racing driver.
I agree with The Times Newspaper that this is a fact, like the non-existence of Father Christmas, that I would rather not have been told. Next they will be telling me that Jeremy Clarkson is not God and that Kylie is crap in bed.
Ben must be hoping that he doesn’t suffer a fate similar to that of the previous Stig, Perry McCarthy, who was left to drown after being driven off a warship in one of the Top Gear challenges……
;(
4 comments January 21, 2009
Why?

Why did the Moonbase Girls of SHADO have purple hair in the cult TV programme “UFO”?
Oh what the heck – who cares?
You will enjoy this video of Lieutenant Ellis (Gabrielle Drake):
http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-MuXIBOqBitg/ufo_tv_series_lt_ellis_gets_undressed/
Add comment January 14, 2009



