Blackberr y beautiful
Jul 28, 2020
4 minutes
One of my fondest childhood memories is staying with my grandmother. As well as occasional weekend stay-overs (giving my parents a much-needed rest no doubt), I’d also be packed off when I was ill as both my parents worked. The day would follow a standard pattern – off to the local butchers and grocers to buy the ingredients for the day’s meals, then back to prepare food. Shin of beef was a staple, stewed gently on the hob until it melted to the fork. Pudding, if I was ever given the choice, would be Yorkshire puddings served with blackberry vinegar. I don’t know if eating them for pudding is true to their roots, or if we were committing a heinous culinary crime,
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