Showing off!

This weekend it has been our village show where people put their skills and wares on display for judging. There are many categories from best photograph to best wooden object and best nature display to best knitted item. There is usually an entry fee and items are entered by age and category and the 1st, 2nd and 3rd prizes are a little bit of money and, of course, the coveted trophies.

Gardeners and growers, bakers and makers show off their best produce from fruit and vegetables to flowers, cakes and jams. When little, my daughter won for her display of pine cones in a basket which took her all of ten minutes to do! My sister has had prizes for her delicious mint jelly at her local show and has entered jams and chutneys whilst her husband entered fruit and vegetables.

To show fruit and veg you normally have to place three near perfect and of equal size and shape on a plate. That is unless you're going for the whopper or the most rudely shaped competition! 

These shows bring communities together and, whilst some may consider them serious, most people see them as a little bit of fun.

On a larger scale are the county shows which date back to the early 19th century. My nearest is the Great Yorkshire Show which started in 1837 in York and was held at different showgrounds around the county. In 1950 a permanent site in Harrogate was built. It is held every July and I remember, as a child, being allowed the day off school by my parents who said it was "educational!" In my twenties I worked for Calor Gas where we had a stand and demonstrated cooking on gas barbecues. Whenever the chance arose I would go and watch the showjumping or the show animals being led and judged around the arena. The white marquees held the craft competitions, food and drink judging and the produce displays. Whilst it isn't possible to eat or drink the entries, there is a myriad of stalls dotted around the show selling hot and cold food and beverages ranging from Pimms to Yorkshire Tea!

Unfortunately many people do not have the garden space to grow their own and in my local area the average time to wait for an allotment to become available is 8 years! I used to live opposite a lovely man called Bill who owned an allotment. I would arrive home from a busy day at work to find a bag of produce hanging on my kitchen door; everything from sweet apples to papery onions and soil covered potatoes! One time he delivered Jerusalem Artichokes and I had to find out what to do with them (roasting proved to be my favourite!) All the benefits of home grown without the work; it was bliss! 

With more people growing and making their own, living sustainable lives with a low carbon footprint and being environmentally aware, one can only assume the village and county shows are here to stay.

Hello Petal!

Now is the time when much of our food is grown; vegetables, fruit, salad, herbs and flowers. Yes that's right, flowers!

Amazingly many of the pretty flowers we grow in our gardens can be eaten; nasturtiums, violas, marigolds, roses, primroses, geraniums, cornflowers, fuschias, phlox, tulips, sunflowers ... an endless list.

From the vegetable garden the flowers of peas, pumpkin, squash, marrow, onion and courgette. From the herb garden the flowers of chives, borage, lemon balm, basil, fennel, oregano, bergamot, dill, mint and coriander. Also blossom from citrus and apple trees and strawberry flowers.

Whilst fancy restaurants and TV cookery programmes have made this fashionable, flowers have been used in cookery as far back as 3,000BC and was a particular favourite in Roman Times and by the Chinese.

Mandy, a girl I worked with in the 1980s, would eat the carnations off the table in any bar or restaurant! My own sister has sprinkled a handful of nasturtiums and pansies in her salads for the last ten years or so. I thought she was a bit of a crank but it turns out she was way ahead of the game with her edible flowers, homemade chutneys and jellies and herb infused oils and she was certainly the first person I knew who recycled on a regular basis 30 years ago!

Whilst flowers can be sugar frosted to go on cakes they can easily be used in salads and sauces, desserts and biscuits as well as being used as a garnish in a cocktail.

If you decide to eat flowers you should ensure that no chemicals or pesticides have been sprayed on them. If you haven't a garden to grow them in you can buy online, visit a farmers market or bob to your nearest Waitrose where they are sold in 5g bags to add to your salad leaves. 

Or, "if you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair" - you never know when you're going to need a quick snack!

Mums know best!

Today is Mothering Sunday in the UK when we show our appreciation and affection to our mums.

For most of us, memories are often associated with shared meals with our loved ones. I remember my mum's baking more than her cooking. I would return from school to the smell of a cooling tray of buns, ginger cake, cold tea fruit cake, rock buns or freshly baked bread. In the holidays my sister and I would help her bake and take it in turns to scrape the bowl out and eat the yummy raw cake mix.

Her meals would be the standard fare of the time - meat and two veg, a fry-up or a casserole. We always had a pudding or a slice of cake to follow. A couple of savoury treats stick in my mind; mashed potato with crisps crumbled on top (bizarrely potato with potato topping) and a salad side dish of shredded lettuce, onions, sugar and vinegar.

I grew up in the 1960s/70s and remember slightly space age food like Kellogs Rise and Shine, an orange powder which, when mixed with water, became a breakfast orange juice. Another memory is of saving the top of the milk for a few days and then whipping it to use as cream on desserts. One favourite pudding was a fruit crumble. Every September the whole family would go blackberry picking. Mum would then bottle the fruit so that we had a ready supply throughout the winter months. Once, whilst eating a blackberry and apple crumble I felt something crunch in my mouth - urgh - a snail shell! How it had escaped the picking and processing I'm not quite sure but, luckily, it was before I became a vegetarian!

Another favourite memory is of a holiday to the continent in 1970. Most time was spent in Germany where my dad tried to teach mum a few native words. My parents have always been fond of a cuppa and cake so we often frequented die konditorei. Mum walked in and in her best german called out auf wiedersehen (goodbye!) whilst dad raised his eyebrows and my sister and I giggled delightedly. On the same trip we stayed with Dutch friends who sprinkled chocolate vermicelli on their morning bread which seemed the height of decadence.

My family are fond of saying "do you remember when ..." and off we go down Memory Lane. Today, let's raise a toast to mums everywhere for making memories.