Monday, November 8, 2010

Patrick and I were waiting to go to the Remembrance service at Ipswich School yesterday evening. I thought it would be a good chance to collect his story. This is the second list he's done. Last night's list looked like this:
  • Fish and Chips at Aldeburgh Beach - night time.
  • Curry - narrow boat Lowsenford
  • bacon and egg- Full English Billesley Manor
  • lasagne - Nayland Farm with the Hawkins
  • Fish balls - no 6 Saturday the day my Grandma dies
  • marmite on toast - Saturday football scores
  • Curry - Leicester after the rugby
Together we remembered our first fish and chip experience together. I didn't understand that what you did was parked the car and sit on a plastic backed mat by the edge of a wet field to eat it out of a bag... since then I've never fully appreciated the romance of fish and chips

'It was a spur of the moment decision. Rebecca was away in NY or at an art or poetry thing - there's usually one of those.... As ever, when mum's away healthy food declines and dad goes into default mode. We decided we needed fish and chips. The only good fish and chips is in Aldeburgh It was a very cold and windy night and it must've been around 8:00 pm when we finally arrived. We couldn't remember which was the good place, The Golden Galleon or the one simply called The Fish and Chip shop. We think they're owned by the same people anyway. We parked the car, way down at the end of the high street, the weather really was atrocious. For once there wasn't a queue. It was winter.

Where would we go to eat the fish and chips? Dad had the bright idea that we'd drive further down the beach onto the stones. I remember turning on the radio. There was choral music. we put the little light on inside and unwrapped the fish. The wind was so strong it was rocking the car. There were night fisherman and I told Hudson and Figgy a ghost story about Martello tower.

What I liked about it was that it was all so spur of the moment. We had no knife and fork. We wondered what mum would have made of it and what she'd have eaten? Probably a few chips and some mushy peas.' Patrick

For the past week I've been asking people to list their food stories for me and then to choose one and tell me the story. Here is a list of some of my food stories. Which one's are you curious about? What are your food stories? Can I use your story to create a page in my altered book, or would you like to create your own altered page?

Food Stories

  • - buying biscuits from the girl at the end of the dusty Kimwarer track
  • - thanksgiving in Singapore
  • - roasted onions with David Schaefer
  • - Carey and her repulsion with garlic
  • - John and his aversion to garlic
  • - The resataurants where we’ve eaten at airports
  • - Baked potatoes with coleslaw at Huffers
  • - The Mexican restaurant with Tensie, Robin and Lise
  • - The cafes in Italy on the motorway
  • - Curry with Colin Fraser
  • - Raffles hotel, rawfish - festivity
  • - rawfish and the national geographic
  • - My first fish and Adam peeing on it
  • - How long to keep food in the fridge?
  • - Can you eat brown basil?
  • - Black eyed peas at 65 Maidenhead road
  • - Cucumber sandwiches on my honeymoon
  • - Pretzals with mustard
  • - A picnic in London on lawn chairs
  • - Peach jam on a rosetti
  • - The lamb in the Kerio Valley
  • - Eating locusts
  • - Eating choclate covered ants at old farm
  • - Pesto at the lighthouse
  • - Lasagna making after dad died
  • - The autopub
  • - Not understanding that you don’t eat before Thanksgiving