tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post202763589917884911..comments2023-03-20T14:55:07.400+00:00Comments on Lynne Rees: Fear and fried chickenLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-84869975826588935422011-07-05T21:46:15.739+01:002011-07-05T21:46:15.739+01:00I am enjoying your blog. After a trip to Italy thi...I am enjoying your blog. After a trip to Italy this spring, my outlook on eating has changed substantially. I no longer worry about eating things that I believe aren't good for the body (like chocolate, pasta, beer...many more). Eating was such a pleasure there...food is prepared well and served in small portions (though packed with flavor). The cheeses were to die for!<br />Hope you will enjoy my blog as well & join Networked!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03985961347712664994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-584844912377711552011-07-03T17:20:34.389+01:002011-07-03T17:20:34.389+01:00Thank you, Anonymous, for posting your story. I re...Thank you, Anonymous, for posting your story. I really enjoyed it. I still like Birds custard... I think I'm going to resist reading the ingredients on the label for some time to come : )<br /><br />Hi Angela - oh yes, a wonderful exception there! Btw, I think Food Rules might be a pared down version of In Defence of Food... a kind of bullet point handbook rather than the full science behind the rules.Lynnehttp://www.lynnerees.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-40199069730784361012011-07-01T04:48:45.680+01:002011-07-01T04:48:45.680+01:00Hi Lynne, I haven't read this Michael Pollan y...Hi Lynne, I haven't read this Michael Pollan yet. In fact, I've obviously been so caved up in my own existence I didn't even KNOW he'd written a new book. And I am a big fan. Rule 20's great, although I'm already finding exception to it. Like my sister's macadamia white chocolate brownies. They arrived through my window last Sunday. I'd forgotten to pick up my take home package after a family visit. I love exceptions, especially when they taste this good!The Good Souphttp://www.thegoodsoup.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-11830086542496822152011-06-29T18:10:31.284+01:002011-06-29T18:10:31.284+01:00My teenage self was not impressed by Sundays. They...My teenage self was not impressed by Sundays. They followed a pattern of getting up early, dressing in best clothes and going to church. I’d been reading Marx (the opium of the people and all that) and had become critical of the long familiar service and felt a sense of claustrophobia as my attendance was obligatory. Over the years I found myself sitting further and further towards the back of the church until one day I plucked up enough courage to inform my parents that I could no longer play my part. This was not welcome news for Irish Catholic parents.<br />After the hour long service the men (including my father) would go along for a few pints, while the women would wander home with the children to begin preparations for the Sunday roast which would be timed to coincide with dad’s arrival home. This routine did little to appeal to my growing sense that women’s lives seemed to be constricted by domesticity and as part of my separation from this I would often disappear with my best friend to a small cafe in town where we would eat something like a cheeseburger, followed by an exotic chocolate nut sundae.<br />We’d stroll home though the eerily deserted streets and arrive as our families were recovering from large helpings of chicken or lamb and home- made apple pie with Birds custard. Time seemed to pause in the late afternoons as our parents slumbering though another showing of an old film, only to start up again when our mam would wake and minutes later bring in a tea tray with dainty china cups, custard cream biscuits, light sponge cake and sandwiches.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com