tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post7535234420207664976..comments2023-10-31T22:22:44.116+11:00Comments on Rita's Bite: Is a passion for food in the genes?Ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05721723151185687327noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-23420476977650676492010-01-20T21:10:20.045+11:002010-01-20T21:10:20.045+11:00Lovely post Rita. Your Dad (and Mum) look in great...Lovely post Rita. Your Dad (and Mum) look in great nik. I hope I am still as passionate about food at 84.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06003221525762755700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-50140586388655480252010-01-20T17:46:42.453+11:002010-01-20T17:46:42.453+11:00We shouldn't lose those recipes and dishes Ano...We shouldn't lose those recipes and dishes Anon2.<br />That's why CWA cookbooks and all Aussie cookbooks should be snapped up from school fairs etc.<br />I recently got a pressie of an old ozzie & kiwi cookbook from the missus after the St Aloysius fair.<br />I have others, so this one may be given as a present to a favourite (ex-cook) uncle in the UK.<br />He'll love it as much as we do.<br />It'll be lamingtons and pavs and all sorts of aussie lamb dishes on the go there, I just know.sir grumpynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-30415568523223947802010-01-20T17:31:31.346+11:002010-01-20T17:31:31.346+11:00My nan, mum and her sister, my aunt Jeune, were al...My nan, mum and her sister, my aunt Jeune, were all great country cooks. I was always interested in how things were done cooking wise from my early years while my sister Helen had no interest in food. Like sir grumpy, I have great memories of the tradiional food of the 50s - the roasts and special baked potatoes, the apple turnovers and jam roly polys, syrup dumplings (all served with thick clotted cream). <br />I got my chance to cook my first roasts as a 14 year old when my parents decided to do some seasonal apple picking and I had to have the roast with veg on after school and ready when they got home.<br />I have great memories also of my aunt Jeune's Kentish cherry pies and her cinnamin aple cake. I spent a lot of time as a kid at my Uncle Allan's and her farm at Wattle Grove near Cygnet. <br />Later came my mum's famous scones and pavs.Anon2noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-73272671074773306032010-01-20T16:02:36.458+11:002010-01-20T16:02:36.458+11:00My gran and to a lesser extent my mum were good co...My gran and to a lesser extent my mum were good cooks, Rita, Steve.<br />Mum worked a lot, so didn't get time to cook much but when she did, the crumbed (fresh) haddock with white sauce and new potatoes swimming in butter with freshly shelled and cooked peas...simple but delicious.<br />She also did a fantastic apple pie.<br />My gran was a great cook, Kale soup, roasts, steamed puddings, roly-poly puddings, baked rice pud, steak pies (proper ones with pastry all round). Roast spuds.<br /> You know on sunday arvo we would have home-made soup, say a roast or stew, with loads of veg, often from gran's garden.<br /> There would be cauliflower, savoy cabbage, frshly-shelled peas and mashed turnip.<br />Often beetroot too.<br />Pudding to follow, say a rhubarb pie and custard, with tea and biscuits to follow.<br />If you got hungry later it was another bowl of soup with hunks of bread. Or bread slathered with home-made jam: strawberry or raspberry or rhubarb or greengage.<br />We ate well!sir grumpynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-19629376330463585972010-01-20T14:36:21.832+11:002010-01-20T14:36:21.832+11:00Hmmm, I think it can't all be genetic- my pare...Hmmm, I think it can't all be genetic- my parents have no great interest in food or cooking. They think I'm slightly obsessed....Marian Hazelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16611229357228521510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-40043575883892320862010-01-20T14:20:43.943+11:002010-01-20T14:20:43.943+11:00I believe it is Rita. I got it from my Mum & D...I believe it is Rita. I got it from my Mum & Dad. Mum loved to eat & Dad loved to cook. Two of my kids are already very comfortable in the kitchen & cook regularly. One has a penchant for cakey biscuity slicey things & the other for bready, potatoey noodley stuff.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-60102851529240921752010-01-20T12:52:56.820+11:002010-01-20T12:52:56.820+11:00My Meg is just Meg.
Not short for anything.
I read...My Meg is just Meg.<br />Not short for anything.<br />I read a book once about early Tasmania and one of the daughters was called Meg and I fell in love with the name.<br />Should have taken more notice of the book though.<br />The Meg in question was a real tear away and ended yup burning her family home down.<br />My Meg gives me a run for my money some days too!Christinanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-75539087985632416692010-01-20T08:43:37.364+11:002010-01-20T08:43:37.364+11:00Hi Christina - thanks for your comments. Yes, you ...Hi Christina - thanks for your comments. Yes, you can see Dad's artistic bias coming through loud and clear in many instances with that meal: the plates, the vegetable shaping and placement etc. That's sad about your dad's inability to taste or smell the food - I can't imagine anything worse personally than to loose that sense of taste/smell. An ex-mother-in-law of mine has never had a sense of smell/taste which actively demonstrated to me how vital that sense is - her fridge always stunk, as she couldn't smell anything that was off in it, plus she insisted on microwaving everything (roasts included) because she just couldn't taste anything different about the food no matter which way it was cooked, so obviously microwaving everything was much simpler from her perspective! Aaaagh! Maybe that's why her son and I are divorced!<br />BTW - Meg is short for Margaret, so is your daughter actually named Meg or is she too a Margaret who is called Meg for short?<br />Good on you Sir G - you're invited to Dad's next cordon bleu extravaganza!<br />Anon 1.28 - thanks for that, but there WERE images there..?! Did you mean you wanted a pic of Dad included?<br />Anon 8.24 - ah....don't you just love the smallness of Hobart! I don't know who you are, but am reassured you are totally on to what Rita is about!Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05721723151185687327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-80686222839886151582010-01-20T08:24:15.391+11:002010-01-20T08:24:15.391+11:00Ah your family tree has been laid bare :) ... Love...Ah your family tree has been laid bare :) ... Loved having Meg as the Art School librarian and did have Pete as a Grad Dip supervisor many moons agoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-1755799285984604882010-01-20T01:28:39.109+11:002010-01-20T01:28:39.109+11:00It was certainly interesting for me to read this b...It was certainly interesting for me to read this blog. Thanks for it. I like such themes and everything connected to this matter. BTW, try to add some images :).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-8144646086255238242010-01-19T21:31:20.335+11:002010-01-19T21:31:20.335+11:00Yes, us good grub lovers should roar on into the d...Yes, us good grub lovers should roar on into the distance with our triumphs (and bloopers) held high.<br />Good on them Rita and yours too, Christina, even the palestine.sir grumpynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089273951617856289.post-49402572918783819742010-01-19T20:17:05.753+11:002010-01-19T20:17:05.753+11:00Love your Dad's plates Rita.
Gorgeous.
Also lo...Love your Dad's plates Rita.<br />Gorgeous.<br />Also love your Mum's name.<br />My youngest is Meg.<br />I'm sure you are right too. My mum is a fantastic cook who loves to experiment.<br />The day she had a recipe printed in New Idea was a moment of joy for both of us.<br />What makes it even harder for Mum is that Dad has no sense of smell or taste, due to unsafe work habits 40 or so years ago, yet mum doesn't get phased, she just cooks what she likes and Dad makes all the right noises.<br />When I've asked him how he does this, he reckons he can remember what things tasted like when he feels the texture on his tongue.<br />I imagine it would be like when you have a bad cold and can't taste a thing. To me, my own personal nightmare.<br />So yes I do think it's in the genes, though they do skip some.<br />My sister is quite reserved when it comes to food.<br />My daughters love it, and are quite good little cooks, but my son is {in the words of Sir G }, a palestine!!<br />Plain food only please.<br />As this is the case, he rarely eats at home any more!Christinanoreply@blogger.com