February 2011
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Pancakes.
The tradition of Shrove Tuesday didn’t hold much weight in our house. Not that we didn’t mark it with the ritual eating of pancakes; we did, but we also marked every Thursday with them too. Part of childhood routine that parents must find themselves marking their days by - on Tuesdays we had 40p to go to the shop and buy sweets with after school. On Wednesday mornings my brother had a...
Feb 3rd
December 2010
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Two in a row about soft foods. I do like steak, honest. My dad went and got his sore finger poked and prodded at on Wednesday and came home with a bandage on it the size of a small football. Bear with a sore paw, we called him. When he’d said that morning that “there’s fish pie for tea”, I thought, great, and then thought nothing more of it. Then all of a sudden he was...
Dec 4th
November 2010
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Last Sunday morning my mum called to tell me that my grandma wasn’t well and was in hospital. It was her worried but staying calm voice - surely all mothers have one of these - and so when she said she was going up there, I said, ok, I’ll come too. So you know: hospital food still fucking sucks. Surely if Jamie Oliver can go nuts over school meals - there’s something to be done...
Nov 8th
September 2010
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Sep 9th
December 2009
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Dec 1st
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September 2009
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Sep 17th