Bitch on the Blog

January 9, 2010

Get out your handkerchieves

Filed under: Uncategorized — bitchontheblog @ 15:52

Inspired by one of Bike Hike Babe’s recent comments on the merits of Tom’s pancakes I shall now collapse in soggy sentimentality. It is Saturday morning  and I am having time off from being my usual self.

If  I lived round BHB’s corner I’d invite myself  round for breakfast (proffering a bottle of vintage maple syrup and the finest of honey Dorset/England has to offer). I love pancakes;  they were the  first of my culinary achievements though my father deemed them too thick at the time. He was a fine one to judge with my mother being in hospital  and his own cooking skills not stretching further than peeling and slicing a long white radish. You can’t feed three young children (my siblings) – and your father – on radish.

Sometimes it’s comforting to be cooked for by someone else (no, not at a restaurant: As much pleasure as it might give the palate you are paying for it).

Breakfast ‘Chez BHB’ courtesy of  Tom:  I live far away from my vast family and some of my favourite childhood dishes I do not cook myself because they never taste like they did at my mother’s table. Nothing to do with the execution of the recipe. Everything to do with memories, atmosphere, being looked after. When my mother tells me on the telephone what she is cooking or baking that day it makes me quite melancholic at times.

Yeah, well, all of you may now wipe away your tears of sympathy, and we’ll return to normal.




  1. Eating in restaurants could be hazardous. Maybe the salad maker has a horrible disease or spits in your food, ’cause he’s in a bad mood.

    It’s breakfast time here now. I’m going to eat the leftover barley/banana pancakes from yesterday. Not as good the next day but O.K.

    Add to that a concoction I make everyday of: 4 T. ground flax seed, turmeric, ginger, cinnamon, cardamon, & T. of cocoa powder. Add some dried fruit. Mix with water. Soak overnight. Should keep cholesterol down.

    My mother didn’t cook. The maid did. When they weren’t live-in anymore, we ate cornflakes for breakfast, with heavy cream. The cream was so thick that when you turned the jar upside down, it didn’t budge. I should be dead!

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 9, 2010 @ 16:19 | Reply

    • I knew we were soulmates, Bike Hike Babe: I too eat flax seeds with abandon, though read the other day that unless you grind them first they go straight through your digestive system instead of releasing their goodness. Marvellous, absolutely marvellous when you learn you have wasted hundreds of pounds over the years. Now I am grinding.

      Your mother didn’t cook? What did she do?

      Come to think of it, my son’s English grandparents being in the army were stationed all over the world and whether Gibraltar or Singapore they always had servants; the lady of the house was only expected to make sure there was enough gin and tonic to keep the guests on an even keel.

      How did I land myself in the land of Imperialism if ever there was one?


      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 9, 2010 @ 16:53 | Reply

  2. P.S. The last live-in maid was from Alabama. She had syphilis & had to be sent back. I think there was no cure then.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 9, 2010 @ 16:57 | Reply

  3. In reference to servants & Singapore, we lived near Singapore, in Indonesia (Dutch East Indies then), when I was a baby. That’s where Mother got her attitude. The house was small but 4 servants came with it.

    Mother almost stepped on a cobra snake when she was pregnant with me. The forest was noisy with monkeys, but quiet after the war. The “Japs” ate them all. In a nearby river was an island with a leper colony. I digress.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 9, 2010 @ 17:07 | Reply

  4. To digress is good, Bike Hike Babe: It usually leads to discoveries you never make staying on the main road.

    Your mother nearly stepped on a cobra when carrying you: Do you remember the drawing in “Le Petit Prince” of the snake who had just swallowed an elephant? I am not competitive but I think it’s a draw between our mothers: She was staying with an aunt when highly pregnant with me. At the time she was given to sleep walking and stepped out onto the roof ready to jump. If my aunt hadn’t woken in time and pulled her back inside I wouldn’t be writing this. I shall now refrain from making snide remarks of how happy some of my newly founded fan club would be this minute if only the outcome had been different. Tough luck.

    I have a remarkable, and as yet not diagnosed why, fascination with lepers. Maybe, in truth, I am Mother Theresa’s love child.


    Comment by bitchontheblog — January 9, 2010 @ 21:06 | Reply

  5. There’s no way I could make a comment now, I’m laughing too hard. I’m also grateful that our power just came back on. It was starting to get cold and dark.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 9, 2010 @ 23:53 | Reply

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