tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post1542445324536096837..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: Aunty Amy's mustard – another 'tale from my wicked past'Denis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-44843514930271845362013-11-13T13:49:07.448+11:002013-11-13T13:49:07.448+11:00Denis Bangali -
I read your posts from time to ti...Denis Bangali - <br />I read your posts from time to time and thoroughly enjoy them. The mention of sandwiches brings to mind memories of my kindergarten days in Chittagong in 1960 to be precise. My Mom used to make simple bread, butter and sugar sandwiches that I loved so much. She would butter up two slices of bread and sprinkle sugar liberally and slap them together. I wanted her to make diagonal cuts by showing on my face by running my hand diagonally across. I used to hate the crust. My Dad told me that the crust has the most vitamins and nutrients and makes a kid grow faster. From then on you can guess which part of the sandwich I used to eat first...Wasif Sattarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07574575918524230082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-18770704442333377382012-11-22T10:42:34.880+11:002012-11-22T10:42:34.880+11:00You make me laugh so much sometimes, Julie. You...You make me laugh so much sometimes, Julie. You're such a flower-child. :) Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-74397886367428209252012-11-22T10:35:36.750+11:002012-11-22T10:35:36.750+11:00I have an Uncle Bob who's one of the most deli...I have an Uncle Bob who's one of the most delightful people alive. He always had [still <i>has</i>, no doubt] a twinkle in his eye, and though he probably would never have <i>told</i> us those jokes when we were kids, I'm pretty damn sure he knows them. He gets a mention in <a href="http://deniswright.blogspot.com.au/2011/04/beating-odds-amazing-anzac-story-of.html" rel="nofollow">this story</a> of his father's [my grandfather's] near-miraculous survival on the Somme in 1918. <br /><br />Yes, be the wicked auntie, Briar. The kids will never forget it. Their mothers mightn't either, though. You may need to factor that in. :) <br />Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-28692123846145969352012-11-22T10:12:42.687+11:002012-11-22T10:12:42.687+11:00How is it that every kid somehow managed to actual...How is it that every kid somehow managed to actually <i>taste</i> Clag? I mean, the real thing, with the brush through the lid in every bottle. "Clag" is a ripper name for that goo, you must admit.<br /><br />Mr Curtis [aka 'Old Jim'] was very big on us kids using our gumption – he said 20 times a day to do that. It was many years until I found out what Gumption really was, because we were the Clag generation. I still don't get the analogy, quite. Sticking the right things together, I guess.<br /><br />Mum's stews could be a bit tasteless sometimes, especially mutton, which we beef people didn't recognise as real food. It would have been a bit churlish of us to complain, given what she had to do in any one day, so we just ate it, hoping there was plenty of mashed patayta. I think I prefer hers to the evil concoction you seem to have been gravy-boarded with.<br /><br />Anyone under 30 wading through this conversation [very few] will suspect both of us are dotty. OK, one of us for certain.<br />Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-50848883100982029102012-11-22T09:46:07.394+11:002012-11-22T09:46:07.394+11:00Cigarettes! My drug supplier at the age of seven, ...Cigarettes! My drug supplier at the age of seven, as you know, was <a href="http://deniswright.blogspot.com.au/2010/10/bimbo-blitz-and-tobacco-part-1.html" rel="nofollow">Bimbo Brown</a>.<br /><br />I'm afraid "plating up" has a long history in the grub game, so get used to it!<br /><br />To be truthful [an' me an' Tracey are both unanimous in this] we think that's not a good translation from the Japanese. Awful in fact. Can Do Better.<br /><br />I'll send the hunter-gatherer out for white peaches as soon as possible. Mmmm - I can already taste them. <br /><br />Soxy thinks Tracey is the best hunter of all. Tracey goes out hunting and within an hour or so has trapped all these wonderful catfoods.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-66738895760168085132012-11-22T09:31:46.844+11:002012-11-22T09:31:46.844+11:00Not Marmite and peanut butter together, I hope! Th...Not Marmite and peanut butter together, I hope! Then again, peanut butter and honey, or peanut butter and banana make a good sandwich. <br /><br />I know a wonderful person who I'm sure will gladly fix you a peanut butter [crunchy or smooth?] and/or Vegemite sarnie if you put the hard word on her.... :) Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-24954798281253699002012-11-22T09:26:23.823+11:002012-11-22T09:26:23.823+11:00Wonderful story Bob! I often wondered why your hai...Wonderful story Bob! I often wondered why your hair was so straight. Now I know.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-52696724869780607742012-11-22T07:17:39.626+11:002012-11-22T07:17:39.626+11:00Oh OK, I missed the bum aspect of the Zen story (d...Oh OK, I missed the bum aspect of the Zen story (duh) which IS pretty funny! Perhaps 'hole' was not the best choice of words there...LOL...even I don't need flowers blooming there:)<br /><br />JulieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-16128066194120161122012-11-21T22:31:56.303+11:002012-11-21T22:31:56.303+11:00Everyone needs an Aunty Amy; I had an Uncle Bob- h...Everyone needs an Aunty Amy; I had an Uncle Bob- his rude jokes were petty much the same ones! <br />what a wonderful Aunty you had- maybe I should be brushing up on my repertoire for my nieces and nephews.<br /> BxBriarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07522460183765372883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-48864121842922227382012-11-21T22:27:13.156+11:002012-11-21T22:27:13.156+11:00I once got into trouble at boarding school for try...I once got into trouble at boarding school for trying to wash the Clag-textured and -flavoured sauce from the meat in what they called meat stew, so I wonder if I could have devised a mustard removal system for your sandwiches. I certainly would never have had the gumption to tell Aunty Amy what I thought of the mustard (and perhaps it was Gumption that the instant whip most reminded me of, now I think of it)zmkchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08972549292961948240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-22509356268302632632012-11-21T20:13:49.586+11:002012-11-21T20:13:49.586+11:00Aww. This is another one of my favourites (of you...Aww. This is another one of my favourites (of your stories!) What a lovely auntie, and what a good considerate boy you were (are:)) An auntie joke, Sort of like a dad joke, but better. We had a naughty auntie too but she had been a flapper (1920s style), and actually gave us cigarettes!!! I inherited my opium addict Chinaman figurine from her:)and an ivory mahjong set.<br /><br />And thank you for that wonderful Zen saying at the bottom.I'll facebook it. Which is grammatically reminiscent of the words of a cooking person on TV recently who was going to 'plate' the food.<br /><br />I hope you're getting lots of mangoes! The white peaches are succulent just now too (unusual for this early).<br /><br />Julie M xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-10925466665161133312012-11-21T19:16:35.529+11:002012-11-21T19:16:35.529+11:00I still long for the sarnies my mum made - Marmite...I still long for the sarnies my mum made - Marmite and peanut butter among othersDavid Strattonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12984545702812009155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-1307340054880523052012-11-21T17:30:31.122+11:002012-11-21T17:30:31.122+11:00I don't have any aunty Amy's in my life, D...I don't have any aunty Amy's in my life, Denis - more's the pity, but I do have sandwiches.<br /><br />At age four I spent a couple of weeks in hospital, where I was fed thick crusty sandwiches. And did I hate crusts? The first day I left them on my plate and a severe nurse stood over me and made me eat them.<br /><br />"I never want to see a crust left on your plate again," she said.<br /><br />And she didn't; not one.<br /><br />I have often wondered, though, what they thought in the laundry, after I was discharged and they found a pillowcase with two weeks accumulation of detestable crusts in it.<br /><br />Later, at age 13, harvesting on a farm in England (still used horses and scythes and sickles in those days, believe it or not), the farmer's wife used to send us out a wicker hamper containing a bottle of cold tea and a selection of cheese and jam sandwiches. <br /><br />The first day, old Joe, Ernie Peacock and myself sat under an overgrown hedge and polished off the whole lot. The second day the number of sandwiches was increased. Same thing, we cleaned them up. The third day there were even more, and we couldn't finish them.<br /><br />It was here that Ernie showed the wisdom - in my eyes at the time, genius - that comes with age. <br /><br />"Boy," he said to me (I was, after all, a farmer's boy) "Boy, you take them sandwiches and stuff them down that there rabbit-hole. We be getting just the right amount now but, if we don't finish them, she won't give us so many tomorrow".<br /><br />So, with a bit of delicate, ongoing, fine-tuning we always had enough to eat. Don't know what we did to the rabbits' digestion though.<br /><br /><br />Bob Lakenoreply@blogger.com