That’s all gone now – instead you have all this online dating, which I really don’t get. But the dinner parties weren’t about the food. We used to club together and enchant men by cooking wonderful dinners for them. When single, we lived in flats, all girls, and drank ourselves insensible.
We’d have endless dinner parties, both before and after marriage. I know I ought to be, and I think food’s lovely, but I don’t care about it that much. It’s so annoying, so I’m not totally interested in all these wonderful recipes that I see on television. We were endlessly blackberry picking, just as I go sloe picking now, to make my sloe gin.Īs a woman, all I thought about was losing weight. Anyone who was brought up during the war was terribly grateful for any food at all. Two ounces of chocolate was all we were allowed. We really hated Fridays, as it was always fish.ĭuring the war, we were so excited if we had a bar of chocolate. shepherd’s pie and potatoes without any salt. My mother was a very good cook, too, and we grew up with wonderful food.
She cooked by pinches of this, dashes of that – not by recipes.
