In the beginning there was a web site and on that web site were blog pages and those blog pages beget a blogspot page and that blogspot page is here.
Well lets get things straight from the start, this blog is all about me! It's my thoughts and musings, my rants and raves. I can't promise that you will agree with them but it would be nice if you did and it would be even nicer if occasionally they raised a little smile (I'm not aiming for chuckles or anything more just yet). One thing that I can promise is that they will all have some connection (however loosely) with food.
How did I come to be blogging and more to the point blogging about all things foodie. The truth of the matter is that some months ago there arose the potential of redundancy and early retirement within the organisation then availing it's self of my technical expertise. After some forty odd years of making, breaking, fitting and supporting all things electronic (I won't bother you with a full CV but it did at various times involve ships, planes and ill people) and not being too enamoured with my current bosses (regional and cultural differences), this was too good an opportunity to miss. A little manoeuvring and reverse HR engineering and the deed was done. So after 42 years, 4 months and 15 days of almost continuous employment (quite some going for a thirty something... ) I find myself with a little time on my hands.
Yes, yes but what about the food, I hear you ask. Well I simply like it. I like reading about it, learning about it, making it and especially I like eating it. I have always been happy boiling, bubbling, roasting and toasting and I suppose this goes back to my earlier years. In those days school finished at four and my mother didn't get home from t' mill until six, so it was expected that a cup of tea at the very least was waiting for her when she got in. Over time this became a meal, nothing very exciting by today’s standard but times were hard, although it didn't seem like it then. One definite advantage of having a working mum was during the school holidays I had the kitchen to do with as I would. An advantage that my best friend Trevor and I did not let slip by. We became expert pancake makers, usually just spread with jam or sprinkled with sugar – no lemon juice in those days unless it came in a plastic squeezy lemon. Unfortunately our pancake making prowess was not matched by our cleaning up prowess and these little sessions did not go unnoticed, even today I'm a bit of a flour magnet.
Things actively foodie were more or less on hold after leaving school while I spent a dozen or so years serving on the old grey funnel line, although there were one or two incidents of which I may or may not disclose more of at a later date. One notable one involved half a dozen live chickens but this isn't the time or place to expand.
After that it was family time and I was more than happy to take on most of the cooking, getting more adventurous as the kids got older and more tolerant. Now, as is inevitable everyone has flown the nest (strangely, boychild became a chef after studying electrical installation – must be in the genes). I now have my own little kitchen where I like to experiment and try new recipes and occasionally inflict the results on my friends while boring them to death with my foodie drivel.
And now I can inflict that drivel on you...
Just thinking of the time I have worked – not counting overtime or weekends, working eight hours a day and averaging four weeks holiday a year I must have wasted at least 82,000 hours of my life. So much time, so little achieved!
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