Curtise remembered that I'd commented elsewhere about Graham Kerr aka The Galloping Gourmet (celebrity chef back in the 70s).
The GG used to do his cooking in front of a live (I think) studio audience and at the end of the show invited a lucky audience member to come up on the stage and eat the yummy meal with him. When I was little, I used to sit at the dinner table playing with my food and in my mind I was the Galloping Gourmet preparing a magnificent meal. I'd be cutting up my sausages lengthways and stuffing them with mash and then getting someone from my imaginary audience to tuck in with me. Aaaaaah, such happy memories.
A "fascinating" fact: Graham Kerr cooked a lot with butter and cream and it wasn't until his wife had a heart attack that he learnt the error of his fat and cholesterol filled ways and started cooking low fat meals.
Curtise also sent me the Woman's Journal from 1958.
It's fascinating. Every little bit of it. From the short stories and their amazing illustrations:
to the knitting and dress-making patterns:
and the recipes:
|Ummm, yes that is a big pile of bacon and waffles you can see|
But the biggest thrill for me has got to be the adverts. There are literally hundreds of them and every one's a classic. Here are just a few of them for your delectation:
|That bed looks on the verge of collapse to me|
|Those biscuits don't look very inviting|
Love this Persil advert. Who'd have thought I'd be drooling over washing machines?
And pedal bins.
Curtise also gave me a lovely pinny and hankie. As she put it, I'll need a pinny while I cook and then "a sit down with a nice magazine and a hankie. Because you are a lady." Thank you soooooo much, Curtise. *Mwah!*
One last thing before I toddle off. I've actually been CUTTING UP SQUARES TO MAKE A PATCHWORK PICNIC BLANKET. *Squeal*. Sorry about the attention grabbing capitals and the shrieking, dear readers, but this is exciting news in my world. Yes, little old moi has been snipping away merrily on a project that I started, ummmmmmmmmm, a mere two years ago. Watch this space.......
Right, I'm orf. Pip pip. xx