When I was a little boy I absolutely loved Enid Blyton adventure stories. Read them all over and over and I think that I can guarantee that it was these books that started my passion for reading. As I got older I lost interest in these wonderful stories and moved on to a different sort of book, but I never threw away all my old and very well-thumbed copies.
I have been unpacking some boxes here and discovered all my old Enid Blyton books, safely stores away and I just spent a happy hour browsing through the various titles of the ones I loved, The Island of Adventure, The Secret of Moon Castle, The Famous Five. I could go on and on.
Anyway, one of the things that I remember so well about the books was the fantastic descriptions of food the children all used to eat. So I looked in one and very quickly found one of the typical descriptions:
'It wasn't an ordinary afternoon tea, it was a high tea. A fresh ham, glistening pink, a veal and ham pie smothered in green parsley, like the ham. Yellow butter in glass dishes, a blue jug of thick yellow cream. Honey. Home made strawberry jam. Hot scones. A large fruit cake, as black as a plum pudding inside, egg sandwiches, tea, cocoa and creamy milk.'
I used to get hungry when I read these descriptions and always wanted that sort of tea myself.
Now I get thinking about my nephews and how they would turn their noses up at a spread like that, picking at things and preferring a mcdonalds or KFC for a treat. There would be cries of 'I don't like egg', or 'this bread doesn't taste like the one from the shop', or ‘I don't like the fruit in the fruit cake’. They don't like jam, they don't like ham, they don't like scones. All in all they are a nightmare to feed. Times and eating habits have changed beyond recognition and, ok, Enid Blyton may have been old fashioned, even when I was reading them, but one thing never changes - quality food wins the day, is home made and doesn't need to cost much! If you make it all yourself, then that spread up there would not cost much at all and would keep you going for days with leftovers! And what nicer tea to come home to!
I hope I am not alone in my fond memories of Enid Blyton. Anyone else?