Family I

Photo © Anne-Marie Minhall

Family & food.

It's where it all begins.

If you're blessed enough.

My Nanna was a cornerstone in my life. 

In the kitchen, she was a tour de force. Her breakfasts have never been surpassed by any of the family. If you were lucky enough to be staying with her in the school holidays then she would be up with the sparrows (she talked to them, too), to get the first meal of the day prepared. Once you were up, a feast in the kitchen awaited you. 

On the plate, some rump steak, (yep), two fried eggs, a rasher or two of bacon, a sausage and crushed spuds leftover from the day before being heated up in the same pan. Toast. Butter. Jam. 

Me: "Nanna, this looks fantastic but I'll never eat all of that."

Nanna: "Just eat what you can, do you want tea?"

Me: **Nods**

Nanna: "We'll go to the park later this morning but I need to go to the wool shop first."

Me: "What time will we get to the park?"

Nanna: "When we get there. Eat your breakfast."

Half an hour later.

Me: "Nanna, I've finished, thank you."

Nanna: "Right, go and wash your hands & face please, brush your teeth & then we'll be off."

Me: "To the park?"

Nanna: "The wool shop. Then the newsagent."

Me: You said just the wool shop THEN the park."

Nanna: "Hands, face, teeth, wool, paper, park."

She never mentioned the Post Office diversion.

Canniest lady, my Nanna.

AMM