If, like Gert, you love big personalities with a sizeable helping of the fraud or impostor, you’ll enjoy this article by Edward White in The Paris Review about Fanny Cradock, the face and voice of cooking on British television from the mid-’50s to the mid-’70s [who was] once described by one national newspaper as “a preposterous character, the foodie you loved to loathe.” She actually wasn’t much of a cook – mincemeat omelette, anyone? – but she was an excellent self-promoter, a brand before the time when celebrities were brands.
Continue reading Roast swan with green mashed potatoes
It is not often the Gerts write about books they haven’t read, but in this case, when we all seem in need of cheering up, I have put aside my review of Ali Smith’s Autumn and Winter and given space to two books which will give us a jolly good laugh. Continue reading Alexander McCall Smith
All Australia is in a roar of excitement over the announcement that the Pope is to canonize the second Australian saint. Continue reading The miracle of the scones
Fair shake of the sauce bottle, cobber. It’s a bit unfair to put Vegemite on the same plane as sheep’s eyeball juice and fruit bats or roasted guinea pigs. Continue reading The Disgusting Food Museum
“Golly! Pork-pie and chocolate cake, sardines and Nestlé’s milk, chocolate and peppermint creams, tinned pineapple and ginger-beer!” said Janet. Talk about a feast! I bet this beats the upper third’s feast hollow! Come on – let’s begin!”
Continue reading Talk about a feast!