Category Archives: Childhood memories
neither having nor eating one’s cake…..
The depths of my childhood deprivation have only recently become apparent. Unlike the majority of happy baby boomer children who enjoyed Pineapple Upside Down (PUD…perfect acronym) Cake at the end of every joyous Sunday lunch of their idyllic childhoods I … Continue reading
grape shot….
My mind was elsewhere as the sharp knife in my hands surgically removed the seeds from a large bunch of putative “seedless” grapes. I was reflecting on whether Beulah’s response to her mistress Mae West’s request for a peeled grape … Continue reading
a question of taste….
Ronald Searle’s “Molesworth” books, of which I was a devotee when at prep school, often featured, among their wildly stylised illustrations, an image of what appeared to be a solid speckled cake like wedge, known as “seed cake”, and which … Continue reading
on a round trip…
The seemingly endless summers of my childhood have made a welcome return. Maybe not the very same ones, but there are moments when a particular combination of sensations takes me clearly back in time. I have found that the station … Continue reading
immaculate deception…….
This white eggplant has a slightly unnerving beauty in that it appears artful rather than useful and, depending on the particular beholder’s eye through which we are beholding, either toxic or exotic. It just doesn’t declare itself. Looks aside, I have … Continue reading
Claude’s plums
My love for Claude’s plums is a love which can indeed say its name and, should there be any doubt about that, I shall be happy to shout it from the rooftops. I say this safe in the knowledge that … Continue reading
never mock a turtle….
Having been in it too many times, soup and I have seen the best and worst of each other. Soup follows us through the seven ages of our lives from the first toothless food experience of puréed baby food to the penultimate … Continue reading
Shell shock…..
During my lifetime the word “simple”, or should I say its inference, has become the antithesis of that which I originally understood. My schooldays were passed in those halcyon days before society had become so cowed by the pinched face … Continue reading
a cake named Roger….
My mother once had a Pekinese dog whose given name was Brownie. As she did not have a memory for names she may well not have known that. I’m not sure whether this was because her mind was full of other much … Continue reading
getting up….
Warm scented early mornings with bare feet on smooth tiles are the longed for moments. Like childhood summer holidays each day is fraught with the fear of this contentment passing, of being returned to the pleasant from the sublime. The hot night has … Continue reading