Category Archives: Author Sue’s memories

Once more the brain lets me down

Alternative ways to serve a burger

Are you getting bored with my brain? I certainly am.

Last weekend we went to visit Horace in Chorley – blooming miles away. We had to wait for Mavis to get home from school, at about 4.30pm, before we could set off, and we were all a bit behind with things as there was a plethora of jobs demanding attention during the day so we finally left home at 5,30pm. Almost immediately the sat-nav began warning of traffic and recalculating our route. The eta became later and later; it was just as well we had agreed to eat en route.

After an hour or two we pulled into a service area on the M1. McDonald’s only – not my favourite. I ordered a 1955 burger (my DOB so it seemed appropriate) and Whizz queued while Mavis and I collected napkins, straws, salt, pepper, ketchup and powdered sweetener from the condiment point.

We found a reasonably clear table and when Whizz arrived I was feeling fairly enthusiastic about my meal due to the lateness of the hour.

‘Pass the salt, please.’ Whizz sprinkled it liberally onto his potato wedges.

I grabbed another packet and shared it between potato wedges and burger before taking a bite.

‘Have these wedges got barbecue flavouring on them?’

‘No, I don’t thinks so.’ Whizz tried another, ‘No, mine are plain.’

Mavis ‘chipped’ in ‘Perhaps you’ve put sugar on them. Ha ha!’

She was joking but unsurprisingly, she was right!

Good summer for growing tomatoes

Recently my friend Chastity went on holiday leaving me once again in charge of the cat and the watering of her vegetables and flowers.

What a fantastic crop they had. The summer has been so good I was able to take many tomatoes home with me and there were still loads left for their return.

I, on the other hand, have managed this.

failed green tomato

Reminiscing about food (could there be an emerging trend here)

Black forest gateau, a memory of the 70s
Thanks to the Telegraph for this picture















Those of you who regularly read my blog will know that I am a bit obsessed with food. In fact I have made a pact not to write any more about my latest diet or the iniquities of supermarkets (Do you know I have lost 7 lb in 15 days and now shop at Aldi? No. Stop!)

There are three things that I think about nearly all the time, unless I am at work of course. They are Food: I’m hungry, what do we need, hope we can try that restaurant some time, those flavours would go well together, what shall I cook for friends/dinner/pudding; Relationships: I’m such an idiot, he’s such an idiot, I wish I hadn’t said that, I wish I was as nice as so and so, that person baffles me; and writing: I could write about that, and that, and that, bugger, I’ve burnt the dinner! Full circle.

Dinner parties were what we did for fun in the ’70s. After eating at Bernie Inns and Bistros we would attempt to emulate their atmosphere at home: Mantovani in the background, low lights, best frocks, white table cloth, wine glasses for different wines, a dinner service, cutlery for each course – starting from the outside and going in towards the plate.

The food would be copied too. Prawn cocktail or egg mayonnaise, Steak Diane or au poivre, Black Forest Gateau or Sherry trifle. You know what? It was great; I love those foods. I have a sudden desire to re-introduce the 1970s to my younger friends.


Mrs Robins’ Fruit Cake









Years ago, when I lived in Sheep Country, I belonged, thanks to Husband Number Two, to the Austin Healey Club. Through that group I made many friends, including Tarn and Fit, with whom I still keep in touch, mainly through Christmas Cards and occasionally with visits.

I met Dianne Jones, a great cake baker. We didn’t keep in touch but her typewritten, much smeared recipe is in my recipe folder along with many others shared with people who, like myself, love to cook. There were always home made cakes in the Jones household and in particular there was a wonderful Bara Brith (fruit loaf) that was served buttered and could not be eaten by the single slice.

Dianne was tragically diagnosed with an auto immune attack on her liver. I don’t know what has happened to her, but every time I bake this cake, I think of her and wonder.

This weekend I decided to sort out my ‘Baking Cupboard’ which was overflowing with so many bags and packets they rained down on anyone who opened the door. Onto the counter I gathered currants, raisins, sultanas, goji berries, glace cherries, dried apricots, ground almonds, crystalised ginger and more. Mrs Robins’ Fruitcake sprung to mind and I weighed the fruit and ginger, multiplied up the other ingredients and made 4 loaves of Bara Brith. Half of one was immediately devoured by Whizz and Mavis and pronounced good.

So here is the recipe, in the hope that Dianne has overcome her illness and with fond memories of irresponsible days B.C. (Before Children).

Mrs Robins Fruit Cake


4 oz margarine or butter

6 oz granulated sugar

6oz currants

6oz raisins

2oz chopped peel

1 cup/8 fl oz water

1 level tsp bicarbonate of soda

1 heaped tsp ground mixed spice

2 beaten eggs

4oz self raising flour

4oz plain flour

pinch salt


  1. place margarine, sugar, fruit, peel, water, bi-carb and mixed spice into a saucepan. Bring to the boil and simmer for one minute. Allow to cool.
  2. Line a 1lb loaf tin.
  3. Beat eggs, flours and salt into the cooled mixture and pour into tin.
  4. Bake in middle of oven, gas 4/350F/180C for one to one and a half hours until a skewer poked into the middle comes out dry.
  5. Cool in tin then turn out. Improves with time so if you can resist, keep it overnight before cutting. I never manage this!