It'll have to be 'fridge supper tonight...there's half a squash lurking in the veggie drawer...why ever I buy Squashes heaven only knows...they don't actually taste of anything...just a sort of yellowy mush. There's a healthy looking parsnip...no carrots 'cos the donkeys have eaten those...and some potatoes and mushrooms...just found a couple of sweet peppers as well. Himself can have some chicken...as long as I keep it well up one end of the oven pan so it doesn't ooze over my veggies...it can ooze over his though.
Do you think we have grown far too complacent over what we have available to eat? Faced with supermarket shelves groaning under the weight of a dozen different types of olive oil...peppers available all the year round...such a huge choice of breakfast cereals and yoghurts...biscuits and packaged cakes.
Even the egg display offers free-range...corn-fed free range...freedom eggs...organic free range...and those big trays of cheap tasteless eggs that come from battery farms. They don't say that though...they call that sort 'special offer' eggs.
I like the choice, even if I don't avail of first pressed olive oil grown on a Sicilian mountainside in a pretty bottle...we only eat porridge oats so it wouldn't bother me if the shop had run out of Crispie Cocoa Nut Flakes...I don't much care for the idea of aloe vera scented toilet rolls either but can see some people might make a beeline for them...
Shopping with my Mother on a Saturday morning was simple...the fish-monger for cod cheeks for a fish pie...the grocer for cheese that he cut with a wire and had a thick rind on it...coffee beans...butter, and sugar in a blue bag. Woolworths for a pound in weight of broken biscuits...another grocer for the flour and pudding rice and the loose tea made to his special blend...then the butcher for a piece of beef which lasted most of the week.
All the vegetables came from the garden...apples and pears were stored in the loft...each piece of fruit wrapped in newspaper.
Cleaning stuff came from the Kleeneze man who called once a month...bread and cakes were made at home...
We had an ice-cream if we went to the sea-side...rice was only for a pudding with a dollop of home-made jam in the middle...olive oil came from the chemist in a little bottle and was warmed up and dropped into ears if you had an ear-ache. The fat from the beef was used for pastry making and roasting...the dripping went onto hot toast as a treat.
Pickles and chutneys were all made at home from garden vegetables...we had oranges at Christmas.
And here am I about to cook sweet red and yellow peppers and squash...parsnip liberally sprinkled with parmesan cheese and prawns for me and a chicken fillet for Himself...