Last night I received some upsetting news.
It was one of those phone conversations that you never really want to have and at times it left me feeling a little helpless and incredibly sad.
It is not for me to elaborate anymore about this,
it is how I dealt with it all that I found interesting
I don't know about anyone one else but in difficult times I do reach for the carbohydrates.
We all have a glass of wine too many when life throws a curved ball,
but sometimes there is more comfort in a tasty morsel than anything a crisp pinot can provide.
Last night I trundled up to the spar garage feeling incredibly fed up
and in true Golden Girls/emergency cheesecake fashion
I brought back 2 large Scotch Eggs, which I ate with some relish in front of the fire, watched by three trembling terriers all hopeful for a few crumbs of their own.
I didn't share them.
I didn't want to.
Food does provide comfort, does it not?
For me it is a savoury fix that gives me a lift.
Chocolate or Emergency cheesecakes, although wonderful, don't quite float my boat as much as they did with Dorothy , Rose and Blanche.
As a child, I remember sitting at the table with grandparents who knew all too well, what hardship was. They came from a generation that pawned a best coat on Monday so that they could eat until Friday, so even in their 80s they never , ever wasted food once it was lovingly prepared.
My Gran would invariably comment after a meal that
"that was tasty" or "I enjoyed that"
and as a child it was a valuable lesson to learn that food could be a pleasure and was Something that shouldn't be taken for granted
The flip side of that , is food can be a "fall back" when things are tough.
It's an immediate fix is it not.....? but don't worry folksI'll draw the line at those two emergency scotch eggs last night................
You don't need to employ "tough love" and say sternly
"put the scotch eggs down..... and walk slowly away from the scotch eggs"