THIS WEEK

*   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

  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

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

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.

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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