From the sewing machine

I didn't buy that material just to make a shirt for the Grandaughter - in fact her shirt was the by-product of over estimating what I would need for one for myself.

And there was just enough left in the off-cuts to make a dress for Katie Morag, to be worn under the Hebridean Jumper.

Good food

I found this book in a charity shop last week. It appears to date from 1950, and is full of super recipes, especially the baked goods. Reading the introduction to the chapter on pickles and relishes I found the following:
"Great-grandfather never allowed any of his brood to leave food on their plates at the table. Even the fat meat or "speck" had to be eaten. Great-grandma once more rallied to the need of filling her place as a "helpmeet", this time for her children. She made all kinds of sauces and relishes to pour over the fat meat, and thus to help it slide down easily!"


I can't help thinking with sympathy of those French schoolchildren who have had their tomato ketchup taken away. That was an action of snobbish spite - everything in it my own Grandma would have regarded as wholesome  ingredients. Children go through many phases with what they can find palatable, and are best indulged a bit the sooner to find themselves able to try the foods that they once regarded as poison - and if ketchup helps it to go down, so be it!

Here is a challenge to the lovers of "interesting" foodstuffs. If you can manage to decipher my Great-grandmother's handwriting, you can treat yourself to Tapioca Meringue Pudding. On some of the pages in her book she has written "We like this" . Not on this page.