Food adventures, food memories and food thoughts.
When I called my dad yesterday he told me he’d met up with his two surviving brothers earlier this week and spent a long enjoyable lunch reminiscing about their childhood days. Born and raised in a Yorkshire pit village, I know my dad left home at 18, which means the memories and stories shared over …
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Last week I picked up an Enid Blyton book for the first time in more years than I care to admit to. I mentioned in my last post about the creative writing course that I’m taking and last weeks session was all about children’s literature. As part of this we were asked to revisit books …
There’s no memory quite as evocative as a food or drink memory. It does so much more than just bring the tastes flooding back. I’ve recently been reading Nigel Slaters wonderful autobiography Toast where he links just about every moment of childhood to a particular food or drink item. They range from sweets or chocolate …
David in the kitchen.