I remember reaching out and having my hand slapped. It was after all the last angel cake and I loved at that time angel cakes.
Not that I was an angel, not as you’d expect me to be but rather a round angel cake lover.
Food was always a bone of contention in our family. We weren’t the richest ones around in fact I know my parents struggled at times. But as far as meals went we never went hungry. Our question of what was for dinner was always greeted with: “Bread and duck under the table”…..which at the time meant whatever is served to you and we had to eat what was dished up as their was no alternative.
My mother came from a time where food seemed to stretch further than it does today. For example she could cook a baked lamb leg for dinner on Saturday and on Sunday night serve up a brilliant cottage pie from the left overs. Either the lamb legs were bigger then or we didn’t eat much. Try that today and you’ll end up with a bone and bit of gristle after every one’s had their dinner.
My brother was the first to object. He hated baked dinners, can you believe that? But he would turn his nose up at the sight of a baked dinner and in later life when he was working he’s go off to the café and come back with a hamburger. Thankfully in later life he changed and eats anything that goes near him.
My older brother will not eat chicken. So when he visits we eat a lot of beef. It comes from the days when dad would take a chicken from the chook house and kill it and it would become Christmas dinner. He was so traumatised chicken is still not a part of his diet.
I guess we all have food stories and memories.
I might go and have breakfast now…..