Yesterday, in an unexpected window of sunshine, we spent the evening in the garden. George was even more buoyant than usual with the prospect of the next 3 days ‘outward bounding’ in the Peak District. He devised various activities including decorating himself and his bike with tree branches and becoming ‘Tree Boy’ and his trusty tree-cycle.
Anyone would think that it was him drinking the fizzy wine, not us.
We lit the fire pit and spread a selection of antipasti on the plank that Ed made for just such occasions.
When I was a kid, the sight of some of the things we eat now would have sent me running. At the age of 11, in the early eighties, I think I might have just about ventured into the vicinity of a lasagne and possibly even a boil in the bag chicken supreme, but ours was far from an adventurous diet. The most thrilling thing would be to convince Mum not to cook casserole today, but allow us to have Findus Crisy Pancakes; a fake orange breadcrumbed parcel of mouth-searing goop. A similar coup would be to score a Heinz Toast Topper. A tiny tin of savouriness that you spread on toast and grilled until it reached the temperature of the sun. We had simple needs.
Interesting food had not reached middle class, middle England. It was quite an event buying great long packets of spaghetti wrapped in faded blue sugar paper. I can’t even remember what we ate it with, but it all felt very foreign. My brother remembers Mum and Dad occasionally returning late at night from a dance with indian takeaway that they had picked up on the way home. They had no idea what they were ordering so returned with bags of vindaloo and madras curries. I must have blanked this out from my memory as I don’t recall it at all, I just remember raiding the cupboards to try and pep up our evening by making bowls full of icing, colouring it blue with food colouring and covering it with silver balls and hundreds and thousands.
Children (especially children of those that love food the way we do) are exposed to so many different cultures, tastes and textures now. George declared last night “I’m going to try everything that’s on this board tonight, even the things I don’t normally like” so he ate piquante peppers stuffed with cheese, Serrano ham, nocarella olives, pepper berries, all sorts of things that I would never even had heard of at his age, let alone been able to try without gagging.
My point is…I think I had a point. Oh yes, it makes me wonder what our children will have experienced when they are the ones preparing dinner. What new food and drink will they have discovered when we are the ones that become set in our ways? Will they look back and think us narrow-minded and strange with our ‘eating off a plank’ phase?
While we are still in the antipasti phase though, Ed has developed the new improved: Plank II.
Do you like it?
I like it.
I wish it was mine….but it was made as a present for my brother Mark’s birthday.
Maybe future generations will find it and ponder what on earth it was used for as they laugh at our old-fashioned ways and tuck into their crazy space food.
M
June 17, 2013
Your son is adorable. Even though I know he will probably go ew at the comment. 🙂
Yeah, I have kids the same age.
Also, that plank is divine.
thingswemake.co.uk
June 20, 2013
Thanks M…he was particularly happy and adorable on Sunday!
notimeforironing
June 17, 2013
I love antipasti and that plank is very nice, but also being a child who grew up on Findus Crispy (vomit filled) Pancakes, how cool would it be to serve them on the plank? Oh the memories 😉
thingswemake.co.uk
June 20, 2013
Perhaps we should do that…cheesy retro food plankage.
carrietxxxxx
June 18, 2013
How lovely to be spontaneous & enjoy that unexpected sunshine late in the day! I remember the food in the 70’s well, & some of the 60’s too if I’m honest! We also had those lurid orange pancakes, & butterscotch angel delight, but I remember Ski yoghurts in those milk-churn shaped plastic pots best ! My Grandma ,who lived with us, used to say how could you eat those sour things! Our treat for the whole family ,& it was quite daring for our family, was Vesta Chow mein in a box.Oh!,it felt so modern to be eating food like this on a Saturday night! Love your plank -my Father -in -law has a bespoke kitchen company I will have to see if there are any off cuts I could have to serve my food on ! My son,6,school had a Greek day where they tasted typical Greek food ,it’s good to see an appreciation of different foods & cultures at a young age.
Perhaps future generations will be eating concentrated freeze dried food (space icecream!) to limit transporting food & carbon emissions and it will packaged with all the added vitamins ! I do hope not !
thingswemake.co.uk
June 20, 2013
Oh yeh, the Ski yoghurt churns! I always remember Vesta curries actually being quite a faff to make…more trouble than a real one.
Louise at Cake and Calico
June 18, 2013
Your antipasti sounds yum and I greatly admire your son’s adventurous streak – mine is 6 and, while we encourage him to try everything we are having, he’d still always rather have cheesy pasta… I think you should patent the antipasti plank – it’s such a brilliant idea and looks beautiful. (I’d buy one. :-D).
thingswemake.co.uk
June 20, 2013
Ah, thanks Louise. It’s a long slog…getting kids to be adventurous, but it makes life so easy when we go out to restaurants now.
Sally
June 24, 2013
My Mum cooked from scratch with vegetables from the garden…..how I hankered after those crispy pancakes. I remember a phase of eating Vesta chicken curry….it didn’t last long! I’d buy one of those planks too. Beautiful craftsmanship