Yes my old uncle, who was totally deaf, once let a pan containing a tin of something boil dry. He put it on to cook and forgot all about it. Went out of the room. Came back into the kitchen to find the entire room splattered with bits of tin and god knows what. He hadn’t heard a thing. It took him a few seconds to work it out. 😊
Our old village Co-op sold butter that was packed in barrels. A barrel just sat there in the middle of the shop and the assistant scooped out however much you wanted.
I recall my old mum making a meet (edited: meet? Meet? You don't eat meet) or a bacon pudding in an old pressure cooker on a stove that had that plate warming thingy above the hob-y bit - she hadn't put the lid on properly and it shot off and shattered all the plates.
I was a bit worried when I saw the recipe for dulce de leche as it just seemed wrong to me to cook something sealed in a can whilst sealed in a can. I still wince when I turn the cooker on - and run out of the door as fast as a dentist taking an x-ray.
Reading the responses to the Political Biscuit poll and without further research, I'm guessing that the Pink Wafers are not well loved whatever the political persuasion Plenty seem willing to stand up for their personal biscuit so that shows strong character. Others seem willing to fight for the right to have first dibs if offered a selection. Of those, some are willing to be completely open about it whilst others choose to be a bit sly and tuck them away to consume secretly. On reflection, this must qualify as one of the most useless Polls ever - sorry
Small world Steve, before we moved here we were only a few minutes from Lifton village. Now about 4 miles away. Lifton’s our local shop and post office. The Normans was the Launceston one, they had a long Nissan hut in the car park with all the rubbish in, like Lidl sell. Plants as well. I was always waiting for the all clear to go. 😀 There are several shops there now, like a mini shopping estate.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
There are some mucky people about, hope he used to use the scoop provided. i don’t think any younger people would believe the mucky stuff we used to eat, probably why we didn’t have the allergies then like we have now. My nan would have a stew pot on the cooker for a few days, just top it up if they could get any vegetables, when it got a bit smelly she would chuck in some curry powder, no one was ever ill.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
So many good memories from down there. My sis had a place (an old cider house) near Tinhay (I think it was Tinhay - it was the road opposite the Fox and Grapes heading north) - and the Fox and Grapes in lifton was the local. Her husband worked in the Ambrosia factory and my sis had a job at the Arundel Arms doing reception/bar work. I used to drive down and spend holidays/Christmases with them. I'd spend the summer holidays just heading for the north or south coast and just drive (in an old Mini 1275 GT). Brilliant times. Then weekends we'd go out as a family. Clovelly, Widemouth Bay, Boscastle,Barnstaple and loads of places I don't even remember the names of... Where was that witches museum - was that Boscastle? That always made me smile.
Normans was just a part of Launceston eh? That and the coffee shop in the railway station. If you saw ESK up here, you would think it was the same place - just with different accents!
My daughter worked in Ambrosia, personel manager. They've taken the railway bridge down, built a new estate now. The Fox has gone upmarket, the old lady died and the daughter has taken it on. There isn’t a road opposite the Fox, I wonder if it was a bit further down where the little hardware shop is, Lanes, the one with the petrol pump. The only cider house I know is a bit further out, called Inches. How long ago did she live there, my daughter would probably know them, she worked there from 1993.
The Witches museum is still there although it got badly hit with the flood about 20 years ago, they rescued some stuff and have built up the collection since.
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
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Plenty seem willing to stand up for their personal biscuit so that shows strong character. Others seem willing to fight for the right to have first dibs if offered a selection. Of those, some are willing to be completely open about it whilst others choose to be a bit sly and tuck them away to consume secretly.
On reflection, this must qualify as one of the most useless Polls ever - sorry
The Normans was the Launceston one, they had a long Nissan hut in the car park with all the rubbish in, like Lidl sell. Plants as well. I was always waiting for the all clear to go. 😀
There are several shops there now, like a mini shopping estate.
i don’t think any younger people would believe the mucky stuff we used to eat, probably why we didn’t have the allergies then like we have now.
My nan would have a stew pot on the cooker for a few days, just top it up if they could get any vegetables, when it got a bit smelly she would chuck in some curry powder, no one was ever ill.
They've taken the railway bridge down, built a new estate now.
The Fox has gone upmarket, the old lady died and the daughter has taken it on.
There isn’t a road opposite the Fox, I wonder if it was a bit further down where the little hardware shop is, Lanes, the one with the petrol pump.
The only cider house I know is a bit further out, called Inches.
How long ago did she live there, my daughter would probably know them, she worked there from 1993.
The Witches museum is still there although it got badly hit with the flood about 20 years ago, they rescued some stuff and have built up the collection since.