Gosh, wot we miss by not having a telly.
Nottalot, Hedgers. Although, we do watch some old series.
TV Chefs were/are a strange breed. I remember Fanny Craddock when I was a child
Gawds, she was odd, & ‘The Galloping Gourmet’ was always Hissed…
That’s taking me back to doughnuts, Carinthia…
While I find it hard to become anything like engrossed in TV food porn, I love a good recipe book and, also, the wonderful ability of the Internet to provide a recipe (or at least the inspiration) for the ingredients I possess at any given time.
I have my mother’s recipe books, Soo. Favourite pages had to be unstuck…
I remember learning about cuts/joints of meat from her Oxo book of Fish, Meat, Poultry & Game…
I still refer to Mam’s Bero Book and to the Dairy Book of British Food. I also refer to books, new and old, that remain in my collection. Goodness knows what we’ll eat, tomorrow. Cooking can be (and is, in my case) a great hobby and diversion.
I had a rather odd aunt who used to give everyone even odder presents. She gave me the Findus Book of Fish Cookery for my 21st birthday - I never quite got my head around that.
Mind you, it wasn’t as odd as the present she gave Lou for her 2nd birthday. It was made out of pink felt and none of us ever worked out what it actually was.
That’s a classic, TFM.
My mother bought & dressed a crab following the destructions in the endpapers of that
I think I know what the Pink Felt Thing was…
The first thing I cooked was an omelette following the recipe in Grandma’s Woman magazine
Bless her she ate it all and claimed to enjoy it
I was five or six years old
I raise you Purnell’s Complete Cookery, given to me by my first fiancé’s mother. She worried that I might starve him, but I left this to another (3).
I think not.
Though, come to think of it, it anyone can guess, it’ll be you. It did look rather, unsuitable.
I hope that the Doing Better is going well, Dear TFM.
Must sleep - best nights, Cellarites.
Well, felt isn’t a terribly practical fabric for a crab…
Gin, Soo, & fer anyone else in need
It is going better thanks soo. Sleep well.
My signature dish when in my teens was kipper omelette. I think the recipe was on the packet of kippers. My mother was extremely flattering about it , since if I made it, then it meant she wasn’t responsible for dinner for a change. The rest of the family also thought it was fine because whatever you think, it really stuck to the ribs.
Oddly enough I haven’t been asked for it recently.
I can imagine that being rib-sticking, Janie.
I certainly like them both separately
Just after the War my mother had to get a new gas cooker (I suspect the first one anybody in the family ever got). It was like an old Vincent motorbike: all the pipework was on display on the outside… and it came with a cookery book called “The Radiation Cookery Book”, full of Useful Recipes for “a meal for four” using cheap ingredients. It has two recipes for Scotch Broth. (Eighteenth edition, 1935, it was. And is; I still have it, with the back cover missing.)
The family of mice living in the bottom of that cooker didn’t happen until later, when it had moved house with us and my elder brother started having mice who were all of them escapologists.