About

My earliest memories are about food. Many of them take place in my granny’s kitchen.  She had a big, pale yellow bake-lite fridge, all rounded edges, it’s surface warm to the touch, cosy and homely, not like the sleek,  metal fridges of today. Behind the door old fashioned treats awaited: I remember sneaking to the fridge and cutting hunks off when I thought my gran wasn’t looking – the meat firm, different shades of pale and dark pink, but never blue, so unlike the watery blue factory produced ham that is found so often nowadays. I remember the visit to the butchers, the slice of sausage he’d give us, and yearning for paprika crisps. And then white, plaited Sunday bread spread with sweet, creamy butter and dripping dark, pine-forest honey. The big bowl of milky coffee into which my grand-dad dunked bread and cheese, and the surprisingly delicious taste of slightly melted Gruyere retrieved from its depths. Veal served with a cream sauce and fresh green beans from the garden, boiled for only a minute or two and then, still bright green, sauteed in butter with a little chopped onion, fresh strawberries, meringues and whipped cream. Fresh sour redcurrants, and the taste and pink flesh of a Berner Rosen apple, picked straight from the tree. And what would childhood be without cadbury’s creme eggs, Terry’s chocolate oranges, dairy milk chocolate, ambrosia rice pudding and quality street? Or Christmas without mince pies with dream topping, strange, fluffy and so utterly, utterly fake despite this my memory tells me that is was delicious.  Cream teas, roly-poly pudding, spotted dick, steak and kidney pudding and wonderful cornish pasties with flaky pastry, chunks of beef and veggies and eaten warm out of the paper bag. So comforting and filling specially in the freezing Northern winters.  Bread fresh from the AGA and lovely cheddar and pickle sandwiches and a Yorkie and cheese and onion crisps, brown bag lunch when the sports team was off to compete with another school. And then there is the memory of the other stuff, the weird plain wrongness of spaghetti on toast, questionable school dinners with spam, mushy peas and yellow waxy potatoes – a dish made edible by mashing the peas and the potatoes wand rolling them in the spam, gloopy pink semolina and tapioca pearls. And then the memory of running in the playground, chasing white poplar cotton fluff and discovering big, hairy poplar moths.

Food opens the door to other childhood memories of people and places, my grandmother fussing over me in a patterned house dress, the kitchen table with its peeling painted blue top. Getting the cutlery out of the cutlery drawer, the old lady who used to come and visit Granny, the time I laid carpet in Granny’s loo, inexpertly cutting out a hole for the toilet. I cannot remember the names of girls I went to school with, I cannot remember the names of places I traveled through, I can however remember that perfect meal, the taste, the texture and the company I ate it in. My desire to experiment and experience has grown stronger through the years; and food is still how I best remember. This blog is an attempt to capture some of these memories and recipes.

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      • We have driven near there a few times– We lived in Spain and loved to vacation in Bern. I remember stone villages on our way up into the mountains with window boxes of geraniums. And a flat hot loaf of bread from a bakery slathered in butter and sugar. Beautiful.

      • Dear Rhonda – what a lovely memory so beautifully described, the picture came alive as I read it and I can almost taste the bread :). thank you for sharing your memory. Bern and the surrounding countryside are truly beautiful places to spend time.

    • hi Barbara – thanks for following – I look forward to reading from you – I haven’t checked your blog yet, but I love the title memymagnificentself – I live in Switzerland and I’d say after having lived and worked in different places at the end of it I’m European!

    • What a lovely and unexpected surprise, I really appreciate the nomination, and the list of people you visit with online, I will check out their sites too!
      Thanks so much!
      Polianthus

  1. Truly delightful to wake up and see your blog, all the images and reading how your images and vivid memories have touched us all. Thank you. I definitely want to come visit you. and soon.!

    • Hi Saucy Gander thanks for your lovely comments
      on my blog, Bern area is very beautiful I agree, and good to visit in the, thanks for visiting my blog I really appreciate it!

    • Hello dear Magdalena, thank you, if you look closely you will see some posts on Apulia and pasta making by hand 🙂 – the dialect is a bit of a challenge down there though

    • dear Georgina – thank you for your kind words – i have vivid memories of those long ago times – look forward to having you come to visit! Poli

  2. A very evocative bio that has me wanting to dip my cheese and bread in tea…thank you for sharing this us; I am so pleased you came to FF15 so that I could meet you!!

    • Dear Selma – thanks so much for visiting me here on Fiesta Friday, I am really happy to make your virtual acquaintance. Thanks also for the follow, I will come over to visit you soon to see what you are up to 🙂 best for a great weekend Poli

  3. Do you MIND ??? – here I am, trying to shuck off some of the far too many kilos I’m lugging around, and there you are, writing about food to die for … Sighh …

    • Hello M-R – sorry! schucking off the kilos is something many people struggle with, naturally nobody I know…., but on the bright side check out manic monday lunch – tomatoes and apples and a cuppa soup…..healthy healthy healthy! But no help if a glass of wine comes in to play later in the day…..Thanks for stopping by and commenting, always lovely to spot a new face 🙂

  4. HI MR – healthy healthy healthy – maybe we do a competitive “kilo Schukathon” – with weekly reports on progress in percent of body weight (no raw data!!!) and healthy recipes up to XMAS¨!!

  5. What a wonderful “About” page full of beautiful and vivid memories! I felt like I could have written that post- though definitely not as eloquently! My earliest memories are food related as well… reaching across the table for my first taste of lobster as a toddler; trips to the butcher and being given a slice of bologna as my mom placed her order; collecting mussels with a friend on a beach, bringing them home to her mom, and gobbling them up after she prepared them- we couldn’t have been older than 9 or 10. Thank you for such a terrific post. I’m so glad to have found your blog and a kindred spirit!

    • welcome welcome – what a lovely way to start a day – thank you very much for sharing your memories with me, how beautiful, similar sentiments, different experiences but I can relate to each one, first taste of lobster as a child 🙂 – at home in New England? I wanted to guess before I checked. Thanks for taking the time to share and comment, much appreciated. I am so glad you found my blog and look forward to discovering yours!

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