|a saveloy moment|
|first few Google images for 'Richmond Yorkshire'|
|first few Google images for 'Darlington, County Durham'|
|tripe and onions in white sauce|
|saveloy, savoury duck and pease pudding (modern versions -- not quite the same)|
|Starsky and Hutch|
So... all this is leading up to our pilgrimage, on Monday, to the long-established butchers in Stockton, which is nearer to where my Dad now lives than Darlington. When he and my Mum got divorced he was back into the 'proper' North East faster than Roadrunner. I bought saveloys, ducks and pease pudding and I thought it would be fun to cook them all up when we got back home and for my children to enjoy the food their Mum had as a kid. Well, you can't imagine the deep suspicion and disdain my husband and kids displayed: noses wrinkled, lips curled, eyes narrowed. Not wanting to force the issue, I made a kind of fry-up buffet so they could help themselves. And there were baked beans, toast and so on to make it all less alienating. What a fuss! Tiny mouthfuls were reluctantly nibbled. Most of it was left then thrown away.
|This will cheer me up -- a Gallery Five cat. Gallery Five decorated my childhood|