onions
i remember once, i must have been about eight years old, and my mum served me up some ice cream and apple pie...i ran off from the table squealing with disgust to empty the contents of my mouth into the sink...for some reason, still unknown to me, a bit of raw onion had got into the dessert...to make matters worse, my mum then proceeded to rebuke me for my table manners, and when i tried to give my excuse, she told me i was a liar and demanded that i explain why raw onion might have been served up for me...the joys of childhood...my grandma once made gravy out of marmite...fair enough, i'm no culinary genius, but surely that's wrong...gravy, yes...marmite, a resounding no...
(conkers deep, Mon 12 Jul 2004, 17:11, Reply)