I really do enjoy cooking however I seem to take a lot longer these days and I still cook for a family with big appetites, my dear neighbour who lives alone never turns down an invitation to come and eat two or three days a week
she is alone and a veggie of sorts, tucked into the chicken curry with gusto however last night. The fellow who does odd jobs and who takes Oscar for a daily walk has a big appetite always arrives around meal yime
and drools longingly at anything I am cooking, so a takeaway! And his sister who comes in for three hours a week polishes my parquet floors etc goes home with her takeaway on a Wednesday. Gus is the cake maker, my mother, and grandmother were exceptional cooks, my poor mother truly struggled when we were small, I did not go to live with her until I was Six, she made meals that cost next to nothing. Father Christmas was the Salvation Army who used to bring food and presents to the poor., so many tears ran down my mothers cheeks, I remember her sitting making a train engine for my brother from a broom head, wheels were cotton reels, he loved it ! We lived in an isolated cottage in a field, no car in those days a long walk with six children a year to eighteen months of age between them all, in the pram and walking with her to town some six miles away. And a brutal father who when home from the army imregnated her without concern for the children she produced or for my poor mothers welfare.