Beauty in the Ordinary

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"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." Raold Dahl

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Biscuits...'Penguin Biscuits' to be precise, with glass of water and my favourite book, taken back to bed to be eaten while reading one my favourite novels.

That's one of my 'food memories' as a young girl. It's a strange combination of what was so comforting back then. I'm not sure if it say's something about my personal taste or a lot about what was in the pantry at home.
But the texture of that biscuit washed down with the cold water was sublime to me...along with reading chapters from my favourite book 'Mallory Towers', I would be snuggled under the covers until it was apparent from the demands of my parents to "get out of bed".
I do remember eating more nourishing food at Sunday dinners in our home. No matter what our Mum cooked, usually popped in the oven and left cooking while we sometimes headed off to the local pub for a Sunday drink, our parents inside the pub while we kids played in its garden.
Then to return home, the house filled with the aroma of a roast in the oven, we would quickly set the table and eagerly await our plates to filled with roast potatoes, yorkshire pudding, sometimes overdone beef, if we spent too long out. Oh yes, and of course Mum would add something green, some mushy peas or .... no I don't think there was an or... mushy peas it was, with everything covered in her most delicious gravy. But the very best part was always the chicken on the side...Mum would always roast a chicken as well...just in case someone would drop by and then she would have enough to offer the unexpected...and if no one came then it was always wonderful chicken sandwiches for tea the next day.
After dinner we would laze around in the living room...Mum and Dad on the couch us kids lying on the floor listening to the 'Sunday on the radio' shows...Jimmy Clithero, The Spike Mulligan Show...and we would all laugh together...with bellies full...and our hearts nourished.
I think back then it wasn't so much the food that we cooked but the way we brought it all together with family and friends that create the fondest memories.
But today I want to do both...create healthy, nutritious, delicious meals...I want to eat consciously and choose my food wisely...then throw in family and friends to bring the house alive with love and laughter...not to be too caught up in how things look, because I do love things to be pretty, but more in how everything feels and tastes. I'm thinking a Sunday gathering is coming to my house soon... and perhaps I'll cook that chicken on the side too!

I would love my table to look like this...with this view too!


  1. What a breathtaking picture...what a setting, what a chandelier! Stunning, and yes, while Mum was never the cook, Sunday roasts (and coffee-icing sponge cake) were her specialities!
    And..a chicken on the side, why not!

  2. I've set your photo as my desktop...little fuzzy, but I don't care!


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