As I have friends coming for a meal tonight as a 'thank-you' for the many times friend S has taken Tess for a walk, I have been preparing food this afternoon. It is hot here and thundery so no preparation of a lot of hot food - just my sausage dish which is very easy to prepare, followed by strawberries (Scottish) and cream.
Jersey Royals are 'in' with a vengeance, as are things like English asparagus (delicious), so vegetables are no problem. My Jersey Royals were a bit 'scabby' so I thought it best to scrape them - an easy task as the skins come off with no problem at all. But while I was doing it I had the lovliest vivid memory from childhood - one never knows when these memories are going to surface.
I would have been about seven I suppose. We had a large vegetable garden - as did most houses in the country in those days. My father was a keen vegetable gardener and we rarely had to buy vegetables. We looked forward greatly to the first 'digging' of new potatoes. Down the garden we went, Dad with the fork, me carrying the little bucket. Were they ready? Oh the excitement. Yes they were. As Mother already had the pan on the stove my Dad obviously knew they were ready - but it heightened the excitement for me.
Dig up the first root and - yes - there were enough little round potatoes there for a 'boiling' for three. Back up the garden we go - to the outside tap where Dad fills the bucket with water. Then he goes into the wash-house and comes out with the copper stick (we had an outside copper in those days which he lit on Monday mornings before he went off to work). Round and round the bucket went the stick and the soil came off and the skins came off. Two or three new lots of water and they were ready.
In we went with the bucket and the new potatoes - straight into the pan along with a couple of sprigs of mint and a dash of salt.
Supper was new potatoes with butter. All three of us could have eaten the same again and more.
Do you have a memory like this which came to you in a flash?