Thursday, 23 February 2017

Further Back In Time For Dinner: 1920s-1940s

1940s: a delivery of veg to make Woolton Pie
I saved these three episodes of Further Back In Time For Dinner to cover all at once, as I figured they'd be the meatiest – no pun intended. I thought the 1940s would be far and away the most interesting, as it's almost certainly the time in history when the national diet underwent the biggest change across all classes in a very short time.

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

House wafflings: bunch of floors

Spring is on its way, and that means more thinking about tidying and sorting the house out. Actually, we've had a bit of a tidy-up at work too as the office is about to be refurbished, and I bagged this Totoro. I planned to clean him (he's a tad grubby) and send him to my baby nephew, but he hasn't left the house yet.

I've got the plaster to repair round where the new fireplace was put in, and I really need to get round to doing that as we've got some floor oil on order. While we varnished the bathroom floor, we're going to try using floor oil on the boards in the living room as that gets more foot traffic, and I'm hoping the oil will wear less obviously than varnish would. It's more expensive than varnish, so I hope it's worth it. The plastering will create dust, so I need to do that before we sand and oil the floor, and we need to do that before the new sofa and chair arrive. I'll tell you more about those when they arrive.

Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Not quite cats-eye

 Heh, did you think I'd forgotten you? I hadn't, but I've been up to my ears in work and haven't had time to do any blogging – or, indeed, do anything worth blogging about. I did manage to break my specs a fortnight ago. Rather stupidly, I put them down beside the tub while I was in the bath, and trod on them when I got out. Oops. I had to make do with a much older pair (and no distance vision) for a week while Specsavers made me some to a new prescription.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Further Back In Time For Dinner: 1900-1919

further back in time for dinner
The Robshaws are already two decades into their tasty time travels, eating their way through British food history decade by decade, and I've really been enjoying the series so far. (If you're in the UK and you've missed it, you can catch up on BBC iPlayer.) They're living a middle-class lifestyle, which makes sense in many ways, as poorer people probably wouldn't have experienced as much variety or been able take advantage of trends in cookery. However, as people of that class would have had at least one maid, they've got one too – and what a trooper Debbie is. She prepared calf's head for one meal, and plucked pigeons for another.

Tuesday, 31 January 2017

Rock, 70s-style

Go back a few decades, to around 1988 if you will, and picture Young Mim with Ozzy Osbourne stickers all over her High School work folders. I don't think I had a crush on Ozzy; really I just wanted to annoy people (those stickers were as close as I came to teen rebellion). But if you'd told Young Mim that one day she'd see the (almost) original Black Sabbath lineup live, she'd never have believed you.
Shows what Teen Mim knew.

Friday, 27 January 2017

Crinoline Robot's Vintage Week

While I wouldn't say I've had a particularly vintage-stuffed week over the past seven days, I do feel as though my love of vintage, which I'd felt was waning, is slowly trickling back. My enthusiasm for many things is trickling back; I'm knitting more and cooking more and so on. It's not just the weather. Since New Year there's been a restructuring at work and I wasn't sure if I'd be keeping my job, but this week I heard I was being kept on, which makes me feel so relieved. I am being given an extra magazine to do. My current one, Official PlayStation Magazine, is the bestselling games mag in the UK, and the one I'm getting in addition, Edge, is probably the country's most prestigious, so it's a big compliment from my bosses. (A big, terrifying compliment.)

Sunday, 22 January 2017

The Robshaws return

Back In Time For Dinner was one of my favourite things on telly in recent years. In case you missed it, it featured a family, the Robshaws, who ate typical British food from 1950 onwards, advancing one year per day*. They started with the tail-end of wartime rationing, and the final "historical" decade they visited was the 1990s. (I put historical in quotes there as I was an adult in the 1990s and still can't quite believe how long ago it really was... in the 1980s I was always baffled by how my mum and her friends were still mad about the 1960s, but it was only as far ago then as the 90s is now.) Anyway, to return to the Robshaws, they're going back – and they're going even further.