I am finding this blog business fascinating. I am beginning to type up recipes from all my scrappy records, the kind of kitchen notes women have always kept I think. But it is strange going over them and it is not straightforward what to choose and why. It seems like choosing one old friend over another or one period of my life rather than the present.
Moreover, many of my collected ideas are very outdated. There were days when no-one had heard of lemon grass and you could only buy olive oil from the chemist in small bottles, yellow coloured, for cleaning out wax from ears. In Bradford in the seventies, even Morrisons which served a large Asian and multi cultural population, did not sell green peppers.
So my blogging is random and also very reflective. How much chat should/could accompany a recipe, I wonder?
Moreover, many of my collected ideas are very outdated. There were days when no-one had heard of lemon grass and you could only buy olive oil from the chemist in small bottles, yellow coloured, for cleaning out wax from ears. In Bradford in the seventies, even Morrisons which served a large Asian and multi cultural population, did not sell green peppers.
So my blogging is random and also very reflective. How much chat should/could accompany a recipe, I wonder?
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