THIS WEEK

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*   The John Lewis / Waitrose complex at Ipswich.  Not the easiest to find, unexciting but user friendly. *   My kind of cook and cooking – Pub grub could be better *   Places and Plates Enjoyed and not Enjoyed *  As published in 1st March issue of “Coastal Scene”  (newspaper and website)  – My recipes […]

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PLENTY TO BEEF ABOUT

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  There’s this poor old nag, who’s worked on a farm in deepest Romania all his life, but can’t work anymore. So he’s shipped off by lorry to a meat factory many hundreds of miles away in the South of France, along with a lot of his mates, where he’s slaughtered and cut into chunks. […]

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Full House for “Chief’s” Birthday Celebration at Aldeburgh Cinema

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As someone brought up with the cinema, it being almost the only form of entertainment available, and who worked in one for several years, I marvel at the atmosphere created by the Aldeburgh Cinema and its associated Club. Literally it re-creates the treat of “Going to the Pictures”. With the modern difference, of course, of […]

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My Week

“Put in a pound of Lard” As I dry fried some bacon on Friday lunch time I got to thinking about a day long ago when I organised demonstrations of non-stick frying pan in department stores around the UK.  In Manchester one day, the lady demonstrator I had hired didn’t turn up and I was […]

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GRAINS OF SENSE ….. Organic Flour from Kelsale ….. by The SuffolkEater

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You can’t always get to a farm shop – for some people the cost in petrol precludes frequent visits and others, of course, don’t necessarily drive or have a car. So the next best thing is to look closely at the produce in your local supermarket for regionally or, better still, locally produced foods. Since […]

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“THE DAY WAR BROKE OUT” September 3rd.

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On this day 73 years ago, rising nine years old, I was standing in the gloomy parlour of a somewhat bleak farmhouse in Devon, with my sixteen year old sister and our mother watching the farmer tune in his radio, a large brown plywood cased affair, powered by an “Accumulator”. It was coming up to […]

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