I caught myself thinking about my Ma’s old recipe book the other day. I have it tucked away in our bookshelves, and was prompted to take it off the shelf to have a closer look at it. A wondrous ‘time capsule’ of a tome and it occurred to me that it is my mother’s equivalent of my ‘sketckbook pages’. A veritable feast of hand-written recipes from cover to cover, meticulously indexed in the back, written mostly in various-coloured inks – including green – and in her own distinctive script which is as close to a signature as you can get. I wondered who her mentor and inspiration might have been? Elizabeth David comes to mind as a lot of the recipes, especially the early ones, have eclectic titles with a French or Italian flavour such as ‘Omelette aux Crevettes’ or ‘Red Mullet Nicoise’ even a recipe for Steak and Kidney Pudding (Chez Quaglino). The trend for Mediterranean flavours must have seemed a wonderfully exotic antidote to post-war austerity and blandness. But there are also recipes from Spain, Poland, Austria, and India to name but a few and it becomes a bit of a global gastronomic trot around the world.
Posted by:Caro Woods
I am an artist who lives in an old Methodist Chapel in the heart of a small rural village on the Western edge of Dartmoor, Devon. I love wild places and make work about the pilgrimages I make. Most days revolve around the needs of my two ponies and two whippets and writing a book about one of my epic equine pilgrimage. Otherwise I spend my time creating: with camera, pencil, pen, brush or collage. Also blog posts about walking / thinking / observing / drawing. A spiritual quester who enjoys sharing my encounters with the mystery and magic of everyday life, both mundane and profound. Above all, always searching for the core of my creativity.