My great grandmother, born in 1870 worked as a cook in the house of a family of seven.At the age of 20 she was their only cook with a younger girl caring for the children, I think they shared their duties.She passed on her cooking skills to my grandmother and my mother, I can never come up to their skills.Both my mother and grandmother baked and cooked all the food we ate, my grandmother never had what she called ''bought cake'' in her house, she deemed that the height of laziness.When she died we had to set about baking cakes for her funeral wake as my mother said she would come and haunt us if we bought cakes in!
My mother's Yorkshire puddings were to die for, she always used lard in the tin, and get it smoking hot before the batter, which had stood for an hour, went in.My grandma's meat pies were her speciality.She baked gorgeous bread, always proving the dough by a coal fire.
I have these lovely memories from my childhood, my cooking is passible but never been up to their standards.When I was at school, my grandma never asked me about my acadamic progress, it was always ''How are you getting on in cookery?''