The other day I was in the frozen aisle of the supermarket, and I had a moment of thinking: What kind of totally bizarre world do I live in?
For my convenience and delectation, I could buy (if I weren’t vegetarian) 4 pork faggots with West Country Sauce from Mr. Brain’s, who claim to be a “firm family favourite since 1925”. And for dessert I could have half price Phish Food (should be “Phood” really) ice cream.
These bizarre phoods reminded me of one of those very old-fashioned menus with 15 courses of dishes such as Mushrooms under Glass, Celery Aspic, Fruit Syllabub and Peppermint Bombe.
This morning we had a visit from a lively friend who said, “Whenever I’m in doubt about what to eat, my rule of thumb is: have breakfast. I eat a lot of porridge, at all times of day!” Sounds good to me. Porridge, anyone?