This thread is lethal to my attempts to diet
I scranned the oatcakes, with a bit of homemade apricot chutney and some Mull of Kintyre mature cheddar....yeah, food of the gods, and now I'm wanting my dinner already too
No, I havnae been to Gloagburn, Colin. Sounds like a good stop on a jaunt out someday though
Shops like those used to be common, and now H&S and the taxes stiffle them before they even get beyond a thought
Used to be one up a close in Bellshill. Only open at lunchtime, and you got whatever the man had cooked that day. No choice, just something like soup and bread and butter, or mince and tatties and whatever green he'd bought from the greengrocer's. He cooked cabbage that made you want a bowlful of it on it's own
just plain simple really tasty food, and none of the additives and hype and freezered this that and the other.
Dishes washed in a sink, not a dishwasher; dishcloots hung to dry on the winterdyke in front of the coal fire that heated the room. Children were sat on Mum's knee and fed tidily, none of this throwing food around everywhere for someone else to clean up behind. Tables cleaned off with a cloot washed out in bleachy water and dried with a clean one. None of those thrice damned 'catering cleaning sprays' that leave everything sticky and somehow feeling anything but clean. No one got food poisoning either, and there was never anything leftover.
Ah, but, it's not 'modern', it's not 'hygienic', yet I honestly think that someone prepared to put a wee bit of elbow grease into the cleaning instead of spray/wipe, and a decent sense of pride in keeping things in good order beats the soulessness of plasticky modern catering hands down.
Okay, rant over
......off to peel the spuds
M