Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Stories, tests and pies

Another Sitges door with stories to tell from the Archives.

Dr Warr the rheumatic, specialist tell me and son, Toby and friend Milo who form a support team for my medical appointment, that the test which have had over the past few weeks show nothing to worry too much about. I feel better already but more test are needed.  I leave still weak but optimistic. 

As I am still losing weight  and am shown to be slightly anaemic I  am advised to eat food which over the years I am to supposed to avoid. Bacon sandwiches, steak and chips, pork pies. Here I come.
































Another Sitges from the archives.

Dr Warr the rheumatic specialist tells me tha

4 comments:

Lucy said...

Or really rich chicken liver parfait...

Rouchswalwe said...

perhaps spinach lasagna?

Tom said...

Chicken Kiev, spinach, butter beans with oodles of garlic butter. Now for the main course......

Roderick Robinson said...

Beware of pork pies. I am tempted and am always disappointed; the contents look like marble and - if such a concept could be envisaged - they eat like flexible marble. Two or three years ago, as an extreme gesture of affection, VR made me a huge and heavy stand pie. This was entirely satisfactory but required far too much effort and the waiving of various principles (VR hates pork pies).

The fact that I continue to be tempted by commercial pork pies dates back to the immediate post-war years. Our nearest shops included "a pork butcher", a marketing genre that now appears to have disappeared. The irregularly shaped pies were still hot and, immediately before sale, were inundated in a thin broth-like fluid also hot. Had Eliot strolled down our High Street he might have amended one of his most famous lines: "Do I dare to eat a pie?"

One ate the pie in a race against time, as it self-destructed. No doubt the contents were just this side of toxic. It didn't matter. Those pies were not only comestibles, they were sensations.