childhood

Day 43 -Doorsteps

Sandwich

Doorstep

There was a time when you had a choice of thickness for your sliced bread. Thin, medium or thick. I even remember there was a Thick’n’Thin loaf available.

These days it seems that thin bread is as rare as Frizzets*. Medium and thick, or even extra thick are what you’ll find on most shelves these days.

My theory is that the bread manufacturers did away with thin slices so that we would have to buy more bread.

This whole thought process was sparked by today’s lunch. Doorstep corned beef and onion sandwiches.

The local shop only had ridiculously thick sliced tiger bread which seemed to absorb all the flavour of the beef and onion. I ended up with a mouth full of chewy dough with a hint of, what I presumed to be, tiger.

Sandwich

Corned beef sandwich with raw onion and a side of plain crisps.

My favourite butties from my youth were, in this order, tomato (with plenty of white pepper and prepared the day before a school trip), crisps (plain), banana (with a sprinkle of sugar), golden syrup, soft brown sugar. I still have a sweet tooth to this day. I blame my parents.

Corned beef is one of those foods, like corn flakes, that you avoid for years and then rediscover. Our cupboards are filled with both. Sadly I’m having to avoid the corn flakes as we’re trying to ration the milk for tea/coffee.

*Frizzets were small savoury batter thing that came in a packet and you just addd water (or perhaps milk). They were yellow and you shallow fried them and they were delicious. Now, like Matinee Selection**, they are no longer available.

**Matinee Selection comprised of a number of marzipan and fondant sweets. You could buy them loose in quarters and were probably the most expensive sweets in the shop.

Stay sweet and stay safe.

Day 11 (3) – Childhood smells

Jeys Fluid

Jeys Fluid (other outdoor cleaners available)

I have just realised that ambiguity of today’s title. Do I mean that childhood actually smells or do I mean smells from my childhood? Today it’s the latter. (Although some elements of childhood did smell. For another day perhaps.)

I have a couple of days leave from work. I thought I’d spend it at home (joke). So I have been in the garden for a good part of the day.

The first task was to clean and disinfect the greenhouse. I remember as a child helping my father do this. He always used Jeys Fluid for outside jobs such as the greenhouse and the drains – although I can’t remember if mother was in charge of the drains or not. I remember them being cleaned and then dad would sprinkle some white powder round them. I presumed it was ant powder, but now I think about it ants don’t live in drains. Surly it wasn’t rat poison?

Jeys Fluid is one of those magical potions that would sit on the top shelf of the garage alongside the Swarfega, 3-in-1 oil and a can of WD40. Each had their own distinctive smell and while the smell of the WD40 and Jeys Fluid were occasional treats, dad could find any excuse to wash his hands in Swarfega.

Garden border

Another border cleared

So today all those memories flooded back as I mix up a dose of Jeys Fluid and got to work on the greenhouse.

It’s been a joy to be out there. A total distraction from the troubles of the world. Having said that, from time to time I did find myself consumed by a wave of reality, usually brought on by a distant neighbour coughing or sneezing.

I’ve made some good progress with the borders with more to do tomorrow. I also need to plan where everything is going, so I’m keeping my eye on where the sun gets to through the day.

Sobering statistics

Looking at the news now and it’s all about numbers. Deaths, confirmed cases, monetary support and stock markets. It’s all a bit grim.

Please stay safe.