Friday, January 20, 2023
I Don't Call That Dinner
Ronald Blythe, Akenfield: Portrait of an English Village (New York: Pantheon, 1969), p. 49 (Fred Mitchell speaking):
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But we ate well. My wife made her own bread and there was something cooked every day, no matter how broke we were. She was a great hand at long puddings with plenty of suet and lemon peel in them, which she made in a boiler. Today, they make a dinner out of nothing. You can hear the paper packs being torn open and in five minutes it's dinner. I don't call that dinner.
