" One of the judges wants a cup of tea with a STRAW! " Hissed a slightly fraught Ann
" Have we any straws ?"
We were in the kitchen of the memorial hall and Ann was serving the Flower Show Judges tea and fancies!
Puzzled at the request, I looked out at the tea tables, each one covered with an antique embroidered tablecloth and sat with the cookery judges was a sternfaced lady whom I didn't recognise.
"Who is that?" I hissed back
" She told me that she is a judge" Ann whispered still searching for the straw " I can do without all this! I've got barabrith to butter!"
The cookery judges seemed a little bemused by their silent companion but sat politely giving her an occasional smile and it was then that I recognised her.
She was the wife of an exhibitor who was laying out his carrots.
" She's had a stroke " I told Ann " Thats why she looks so stern"
Ann found a straw and as she took the " judge" her drink giggled " I hope she can swallow alright! - I don't want to kill a customer!"
Terry (A Flower Show Committee Member) whilst looking at a charcoal study of a fairly large nude man ( one of the entries in the art section) was overheard talking to fellow committee member Derek
" Is that our John do you think? "
Derek thought for a moment " I thought it was a woman"
Cheeky bastards
Mrs Trellis looking worried at the domestic class showing table
" My boiled egg entry is a disaster! I've cooked half a dozen and not one has turned out right...I'll be
eating egg mayonnaise for weeks!"
For those that don't know we have a " boiled egg" class where a peeled boiled egg has to be presented for judging on a bed of lettuce placed in a saucer
" Denise!.......Denise! ....That would make your eyes water!"
" Have we any straws ?"
We were in the kitchen of the memorial hall and Ann was serving the Flower Show Judges tea and fancies!
Puzzled at the request, I looked out at the tea tables, each one covered with an antique embroidered tablecloth and sat with the cookery judges was a sternfaced lady whom I didn't recognise.
"Who is that?" I hissed back
" She told me that she is a judge" Ann whispered still searching for the straw " I can do without all this! I've got barabrith to butter!"
The cookery judges seemed a little bemused by their silent companion but sat politely giving her an occasional smile and it was then that I recognised her.
She was the wife of an exhibitor who was laying out his carrots.
" She's had a stroke " I told Ann " Thats why she looks so stern"
Ann found a straw and as she took the " judge" her drink giggled " I hope she can swallow alright! - I don't want to kill a customer!"
Terry (A Flower Show Committee Member) whilst looking at a charcoal study of a fairly large nude man ( one of the entries in the art section) was overheard talking to fellow committee member Derek
" Is that our John do you think? "
Derek thought for a moment " I thought it was a woman"
Cheeky bastards
Mrs Trellis looking worried at the domestic class showing table
" My boiled egg entry is a disaster! I've cooked half a dozen and not one has turned out right...I'll be
eating egg mayonnaise for weeks!"
For those that don't know we have a " boiled egg" class where a peeled boiled egg has to be presented for judging on a bed of lettuce placed in a saucer
Photo taken by fellow blogger Sue Hall
And my favourite overheard comment by one visitor to another at the monster marrow table" Denise!.......Denise! ....That would make your eyes water!"
This has brightened my Sunday evening. Especially the last one. X
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DeleteI am such an innocent that it took me a few seconds to get the marrow one. Naughty, naughty!
ReplyDeleteNaughty naughty you too
DeleteI love that you were referred to as "our John."
ReplyDeleteEven though they mistook me for the model with moobs!
DeleteMaybe they thought you were the artist?
DeleteGreat snippets.
ReplyDeleteI'm watching the prog about Silicon Valley. A million miles away from your parochial (in a good way!)little valley. I know where I'd rather live.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful community you live in John. In New Zealand we have lost those skills - the flowers, the vegetables, the preserving, all those things our grandparents did. It's such a shame. Or, to be fair, perhaps it's only in the cities those skills are not passed on. I spent ages looking at your photos. Thank you
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DeleteI can't believe that. Make some jam.
DeleteVirginia where do you live It's all alive and well in Wellington :)
DeleteBrilliant 😊
ReplyDeletePhoto thief 😉
Oh by the way I'm in it, Alan took it ... lol 😊
DeleteYes the gal with the jaunty stance
DeleteThe monster marrow table reminds me of the Kenneth Williams song Oh What A Beauty. :)
ReplyDeleteBoiled egg competition? Getting right down to the basics of cookery eh?
ReplyDeleteIts one of the most popular classs
DeleteIs the Boiled Egg class followed by the Boiling Tea class ?
Delete;>)
Ooooh, you should never boil tea!
DeleteIt should be made with boiling water, but never, ever boiled!
Well done to all so enjoyed it all vicariously.
ReplyDeleteFeeling a bit sorry for Mrs. Trellis. :-)
ReplyDeleteHer dog blue was happy he had eggs for breakfast
DeleteWhat are the judging points for a boiled egg? Do they cut it open to see the inside? Never heard of that one before although seem to vaguely recall cracked open eggs on saucers somewhere in the distant past. I like the blue shelled double yolkers when I can get them.
ReplyDeleteThe boiled egg is cut in half longways . The judge will look for colour, texture, the size of the yolk, the smoothness of the peel, and grey around the yolk ( a sign that the egg has not been cooled properly)
DeleteI've got a marrow like that.....rather boringly the only plans I have are to make pasta sauce from it.
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How very disappointing that Mrs Trellis didn't gain a victory in the boiled egg section. How did she do in the slice of toast category?
ReplyDeleteWhat did we do before cling film
ReplyDeleteSilver foil and cake tins
DeleteBrilliant, I love the human race we are so funny.
ReplyDeleteLots of vicarious pleasure here. And some chuckles too. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat I love about this is that it is so natural. As in not a Beauty *human* Contest or that sort of thing ... this is much more cozy and friendly , different tastes and sorts of dishes and cooks but the main goal is reached, all those people arrived and enjoyed themselves and hopefully put some money into the Village Coffers.
ReplyDeleteHere's hoping this wonderful tradition continues for years to come.
ReplyDeleteI loved these snippets. I bet Mrs. Trellis' problem was that her eggs were too fresh. I make a mean boiled egg (is it okay to brag about something like that?) but a too-fresh egg will not peel nicely!!
ReplyDeleteYou are so right an egg 2 weeks after laying is best
DeleteThank you! Love your village and the show! And the comment on the drawing made me laugh out loud! Maybe when I retire I can try our county fair but it will not be as wonderful as this.
ReplyDeleteAll details of the flower show make me SO wish I was there....you should open a b+b John..you would be chockablock all year long...I'm going to Shrewsbury show this Friday ..can't wait x
ReplyDeleteOh my . . . the "bits and pieces!"
ReplyDeleteI love the human race we are so funny.
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Have you thought of having a fried egg contest; that might be more sizzling.
ReplyDeleteWith our world being so techie, it is wonderful to read about a lovely flower show with people enjoying the real things in life.
LOL...glad you figured out who the lady was, she would have been mortified had she been called out...
ReplyDeleteI never boil an egg anymore. I steam them, about 15 minutes for a large egg. Comes out perfect. never turns green. Try it!
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