tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post372725683016359106..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: Music lessonZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-44360672255482009032013-06-21T22:33:47.661+01:002013-06-21T22:33:47.661+01:00I think you've hit it Zoe. When I cook I tend ...I think you've hit it Zoe. When I cook I tend to taste and adjust as I go along. I quite see that you need to adhere fairly strictly to the recipe for cakes and puddings.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07558857315748815249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-43957021599011799202013-06-21T20:25:31.084+01:002013-06-21T20:25:31.084+01:00Russell cooks perfectly acceptably, Mike, but he n...Russell cooks perfectly acceptably, Mike, but he never uses a recipe. To cook a cake or many puddings, one has to follow the rules to get the proportions right. Could that be it?<br /><br />When my father bought a twin tub, my mother refused to use it (previously, the laundry had cost a fortune!). So he did the washing from then on. He quite enjoyed it, I remember him standing there with his long wooden tongs, fishing items out of the first tub and into the spin dryer.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-82631714186975057522013-06-21T17:10:15.399+01:002013-06-21T17:10:15.399+01:00My Mum is a good cook, as are both my aunts and so...My Mum is a good cook, as are both my aunts and so were both my grandmothers. We like food in our family and when we were children, we always wanted to be in the kitchen because that is where Mum was. My brother and his wife mostly share the cooking and if they are doing a big meal, she does the main and my brother does the pudding. He makes a particularly fine crumble. He also bakes and fancy cakes at his children's birthday parties area always made by him.<br /><br />I do most of the cooking in our house because... well, because I always have I suppose. Even when I lived alone I still cooked myself proper meals. I like cooking. If I can't be bothered to make a meal myself, Sir Bruin is more likely to send out for something than cook himself, although he does occasionally do a rather nice tuna pasta. I understand his mother was a terrible cook so maybe that is why he is a bit kitchen-phobic. <br /><br />As for housework, when I was a child, I was responsible for cleaning my own bedroom (I had a lot of ornaments to dust) and my brothers and I took it in turns to dry up the dishes after meals. In my late teens/early 20s, I took over one of the two evenings each week when the washing machine came out of its cubby hole. My Mum still had a twin tub washing machine then so there was a little more effort involved than using an automatic. I still remember cursing the spin dryer as I tried to pack it so that it would actually spin instead of making a horrible knocking noise.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10600329429654831610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-75281881970688465982013-06-21T13:57:47.116+01:002013-06-21T13:57:47.116+01:00Do you think that men who cook are best at savoury...Do you think that men who cook are best at savoury dishes but fall down over puddings? Some yeas ago, when Ann was working as a Ward Sister, and I was self employed, if she was working an early shift, she'd cook the hot meal of the day, but if she was working lates, I'd cook. I soon found there were half a dozen dishes I could do well (the children who were then well into their teens would always clear their plates of any sort of stew or casserole then come back for more). But the only pudding I could make well was a Yorkshire one. Still, even that, if served with a slice of lemon and a bowl of muscovado sugar is still .........a pudding. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07558857315748815249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-56214254793690222702013-06-21T08:15:58.661+01:002013-06-21T08:15:58.661+01:00I did get fed up with the obligation of it, day af...I did get fed up with the obligation of it, day after day, but I've always liked to cook. I daresay your mother had high standards and, since she had to do it, chose to do it well.<br /><br />I get someone in when the drain has to be rodded out, I admit, Mago. There are a few jobs I'm not willing to do.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-21801238947286568542013-06-20T23:36:12.027+01:002013-06-20T23:36:12.027+01:00That is it exactly: Make them responsible for a ta...That is it exactly: Make them responsible for a task, enable them to do this task, create the sense of achievement. And NEVER ask for something to be done yerself could not do.<br />And it's important to insist on how tings are done - only who is in command of rules can brake them, be it cooking or leading a division. <br />And somewhere there art is buried.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-47154486609694630922013-06-20T23:25:22.650+01:002013-06-20T23:25:22.650+01:00My mother was a very good cook but, she confessed ...My mother was a very good cook but, she confessed later, hated doing it. She was brought up to the notion of duty, I think. About which I'm now thinking.<br /><br />Ro and Al will be welcome here anytime if they want to indulge their domestic cleansing fetishes...Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201835677426254567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-38707871090839151392013-06-20T22:57:19.914+01:002013-06-20T22:57:19.914+01:00Hi, Indigo - I did warn you it was a dull post tod...Hi, Indigo - I did warn you it was a dull post today! My younger son really took up cookery at university, he used to phone me asking for ideas when he'd bought a tuna steak or something like that and then send a picture of the finished dish. Not that he was odd in any other way.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-66585615957965257762013-06-20T22:53:17.140+01:002013-06-20T22:53:17.140+01:00Hey Z! Indigo here from BLOGGERS. I must confess m...Hey Z! Indigo here from BLOGGERS. I must confess my mother is a terrific cook, but likes her kitchen to herself until washing up time. I never took much of an interest until I went to university. Yes, a real eye-opener. Along with laundry, cleaning and everything else! By the way, lovely wisteria and an awesome chimney there! See you again, IndigoIndigo Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-68073306486238654672013-06-20T22:36:41.679+01:002013-06-20T22:36:41.679+01:00There was no option about doing the boring stuff, ...There was no option about doing the boring stuff, my mother held frequent dinner parties and expected us to help get ready for them. <br /><br />And tomorrow's post is writing itself in my head as I type. Thank you, darling.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-44855873855455669192013-06-20T22:27:34.501+01:002013-06-20T22:27:34.501+01:00That made me laugh, several times - my mother was ...That made me laugh, several times - my mother was a good cook but she really didn't want me getting underfoot in the kitchen unless I was prepared to do the boring stuff. I wasn't. :) You can lead the child to the onions but you probably can't make it chop finely!<br />I suppose not everyone is good at teaching (husbands to cook, housekeep, etc - I'm not, husband taught himself to cook)mighttp://letouttoplay.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com