What passes for cookery in England is an abomination…..It is putting cabbages in water. It is roasting meat till it is like leather. It is cutting off delicious skins of vegetables…..A whole French family could live on what an English cook throws away.
Virginia Woolf, ‘To the Lighthouse’ (1927)
After WW1, for the first time in a thousand years, people in Woolf’s social circles found they had to cook for themselves.
When I saw the post heading, I thought of these words….Familiar with Virginia Woolf…:yes: ;)x