Food and other Monstrosities
A substance consumed to provide nutritional support for the body. Usually of plant or animal origin and contains nutrients, such as carbohydrates, fats, proteins, vitamins, or minerals. Did she ever read the aforementioned sentence, he feared not. What of all the pummeling, scraping, mashing and boiling done in the name of producing dinner. Food was smashed into submission, denuded of any flavor or nutritional value, and for him his first memories of dinners were as endurance tests to check his tenacity to get through a mealtime served on the space out yellow table But which in his own deluded amnesia ridden mind were ‘’Good’’.
For instance, a potato was not a potato until it was peeled, washed, boiled until almost taking on the consistency of the water itself, and then duly mashed vigorously into a white, sticky globulous mass. This then sat on the edge of a plate like a huge blob of lumpy wallpaper paste. Then there were imaginatively named greens, also termed potherbs vegetable greens, leafy greens or just disgusting. He knew them as disgusting.
Greens have a lot of vitamin K and fibre, and are also high in protein, iron and calcium. So all in all they were pretty healthy supplements to our heroes diet. Isn’t theory always good. In practice her greens were so overcooked that it would have been better to drink the water they were drowned in and throw out the leafy remains. Sadly the green leaves themselves made it to his plate.
The taste, smell and texture of greens was abhorrent to him, but what did he hear?
‘’Eat up your greens’’,
and
‘’You can’t leave the table until you’ve ate your greens.’’ Yes, I can, you just watch me!
And her ‘piece de resistance’, ‘’ There are children in Africa who would love these greens.’Let them have them, he thought. But the ballbuster and the ace up her sleeve in this continual mealtime struggle was, ‘’ You won’t get any afters if you don’t eat your greens.’’ And that was it, time for afters in working class parlance, desert for the more refined.
For him, afters was the only thing that survived the cooking process and passed muster in regards to her food. These concoctions were put in the bowl or dish before the curtain of political correctness and health, calorie intake and sugar obsession minded do-gooders poked their noses into everything. He savoured the round rough pastry that was smothered in sugar coated Kelloggs cereals, that by turn were then drowned in a sea of Tate and Lyle Golden Syrup, which is basically a treacle. This was all popped into the oven, baked until a glazed and hardened and then served with lashings of cream, ice-cream or custard. Sickly deliciousness personified.
Back to food. And time for Spotted Dick. Thick suet mixed with mammoth portions of sugar and heaps of raisins and shaped into a large fat sausage, This sweetened sausage shape was swathed in muslin and boiled. On emerging from the boiling saucepan it was served with custard. Movement after Spotted Dick and custard was not advisable. Heart disease and diabetes, here it comes.
A substance consumed to provide nutritional support for the body. Usually of plant or animal origin and contains nutrients, such as carbohydrates, fats, proteins, vitamins, or minerals. Did she ever read the aforementioned sentence, he feared not. What of all the pummeling, scraping, mashing and boiling done in the name of producing dinner. Food was smashed into submission, denuded of any flavor or nutritional value, and for him his first memories of dinners were as endurance tests to check his tenacity to get through a mealtime served on the space out yellow table But which in his own deluded amnesia ridden mind were ‘’Good’’.
For instance, a potato was not a potato until it was peeled, washed, boiled until almost taking on the consistency of the water itself, and then duly mashed vigorously into a white, sticky globulous mass. This then sat on the edge of a plate like a huge blob of lumpy wallpaper paste. Then there were imaginatively named greens, also termed potherbs vegetable greens, leafy greens or just disgusting. He knew them as disgusting.
Greens have a lot of vitamin K and fibre, and are also high in protein, iron and calcium. So all in all they were pretty healthy supplements to our heroes diet. Isn’t theory always good. In practice her greens were so overcooked that it would have been better to drink the water they were drowned in and throw out the leafy remains. Sadly the green leaves themselves made it to his plate.
The taste, smell and texture of greens was abhorrent to him, but what did he hear?
‘’Eat up your greens’’,
and
‘’You can’t leave the table until you’ve ate your greens.’’ Yes, I can, you just watch me!
And her ‘piece de resistance’, ‘’ There are children in Africa who would love these greens.’Let them have them, he thought. But the ballbuster and the ace up her sleeve in this continual mealtime struggle was, ‘’ You won’t get any afters if you don’t eat your greens.’’ And that was it, time for afters in working class parlance, desert for the more refined.
For him, afters was the only thing that survived the cooking process and passed muster in regards to her food. These concoctions were put in the bowl or dish before the curtain of political correctness and health, calorie intake and sugar obsession minded do-gooders poked their noses into everything. He savoured the round rough pastry that was smothered in sugar coated Kelloggs cereals, that by turn were then drowned in a sea of Tate and Lyle Golden Syrup, which is basically a treacle. This was all popped into the oven, baked until a glazed and hardened and then served with lashings of cream, ice-cream or custard. Sickly deliciousness personified.
Back to food. And time for Spotted Dick. Thick suet mixed with mammoth portions of sugar and heaps of raisins and shaped into a large fat sausage, This sweetened sausage shape was swathed in muslin and boiled. On emerging from the boiling saucepan it was served with custard. Movement after Spotted Dick and custard was not advisable. Heart disease and diabetes, here it comes.
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