Every time I open the freezer door a Pizza shouts at me. It has been in there since Christmas when all three of my grandchildren came for a meal, along with their Dad and step mum and their various partners. With the exception of their step mum they are all either vegetarian or vegan (some eat fish). I laid on a buffet and covered the table with pizzas straight out of the oven, quiches with no meat or fish content. jacket potatoes, various salads and crisps, trifles etc. and they ate the lot. I forgot one pizza and it still sits in the freezer. Neither the farmer nor I really care for pizza. But today I bit the bullet, made a batch of good vegetable soup garnished with strips of crisp dry-cured bacon and then had the pizza for afters.
Eating it I thought about my parents - in the days when I lived at home they had certainly never even heard of pizza. As for pasta - well we did occasionally have macaroni cheese or macaroni pudding but pasta with a sauce?? - are you joking.
For tea we had pastrami sandwiches with a salad tonight - they hadn't heard of that either, I am absolutely sure. In fact, if I am honest, much of what the farmer and I eat would be looked upon with grave suspicion by my mother (who was an excellent cook ).
Did we ever have rice as a side dish? You're joking of course - but by golly, I defy anyone to make a better rice pudding than she made, in the side oven of an open range, with full cream milk, and left ticking over all morning to form a good thick brown crust, then thinned down a little at lunch time with a drop of single cream. Heaven in a bowl.