My first ever blog deserves a good glass of wine…hence “The Full Fifteen”….a really good mouthful and, at 15%, it hits the spot…..after a full day of cooking and attacking the honeysuckle that I rescued a few years ago, (now very happily taking over my outdoor seating spot in the full sun), I find that my devoted Man has sorted everything and I can WRITE ! Welcome to my mixed bag that will accompany me to many places…sexy and serious. The cooking featured an enormous pot, full of potato curry which has already been semi-emptied by my hungry men of the house….always tastes better later so I hope to grab some when hunger takes over. When I get stuck into writing I find I can hold on for hours….I have clear memory of typing a piece many years ago when my daughter was about 18 months old…she got fed up waiting and helped herself to several bites of Cheddar cheese straight from the pack….I was writing about food and how much is estimated to be lost, world-wide, due to hungry vermin. It was at the time of Edwina Currie’s pronouncement that all eggs in the UK were probably contaminated with salmonella, creating an ENORMOUS political furore, as well as disaster for the egg industry. Since then we have moved on and, thankfully, our supplies must now be raised in conditions that don’t require a living creature to stay in one spot all its life, and we have all learnt something about food hygiene. I seem to recall the lady Currie featured in some other parliamentary furore with a colleague, and then became a writer….if anyone read her book please tell me about it. To complete the picture I shall remind the world how I started the aforementioned typing:
“Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son John, Ate a pasty five foot long, He bit it once, he bit it twice, Oh my goodness, It was full of mice.”
As I drew that out of my memory, (admit I did check the wording in Iona and Peter Opie’s Puffin Book of Nursery Rhymes), I found myself smiling as the politics returned…from Edwina Currie’s Eggs to George Osborne’s “Pasty Tax”….I want to call it “Pastygate’ but I don’t think any bugs were involved……The POLITICS of FOOD is never far away! On that note I shall see if my hungry men need their next instalment….by that I mean real sustenance as opposed to “blog supper”. Back to the kitchen…at least I don’t have dead mice tucked away in corners as I learnt from my Mama during our phone conversation last night. That’s for another time when I’ll discuss the pleasure of a live-in cat. Goodnight and Good Luck.