In the still-rural village of my 1960’s childhood
we had already gained a reputation for adventurous cooking at home…
Mum being an Elizabeth David fan.
My sister’s classmates gathered round her when she brought ingredients
for spaghetti bolognese
to domestic science class.
Guest toyed, curious,
with the soy sauce
placed on the table with more usual condiments.
A scone pizza recipe
sealed our celebrity in the street,
so easy for us kids to make,
on large rectangular baking tins.
Tomatoes, cheese,
herbs and garlic (unheard of).
Great poem! You paint a vivid picture of the curious kids and the cooking.
I love poems that teach me new concepts or send me to look things up. Scone pizza? Two words I have not seen in the same sentence. Exciting! And you can bet I’ll be googling Elizabeth David. Thank you.