• Archives
  • Contact Speranza
  • Speranza Whaaat? / Why I write this Blog

Calendar

March 2026
M T W T F S S
 1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031  
« Jan    

Archives

  • January 2024
  • July 2023
  • March 2023
  • February 2023
  • January 2023
  • July 2022
  • June 2022
  • April 2022
  • March 2022
  • February 2022
  • December 2021
  • November 2021
  • September 2021
  • August 2021
  • June 2021
  • May 2021
  • April 2021
  • March 2021
  • February 2021
  • January 2021
  • December 2020
  • November 2020
  • July 2020
  • April 2020
  • February 2020
  • October 2019
  • September 2019
  • August 2019
  • May 2019
  • February 2019
  • September 2018
  • June 2018
  • April 2018
  • February 2018
  • December 2017
  • November 2017
  • October 2017
  • August 2017
  • July 2017
  • May 2017
  • February 2017
  • January 2017
  • November 2016
  • October 2016
  • September 2016
  • August 2016
  • July 2016
  • June 2016
  • May 2016
  • April 2016
  • March 2016
  • February 2016
  • January 2016
  • November 2015
  • October 2015
  • September 2015
  • August 2015
  • June 2015
  • May 2015
  • April 2015
  • March 2015
  • February 2015
  • January 2015
  • December 2014
  • November 2014
  • October 2014
  • September 2014

Categories

  • Anxiety
  • Art for Art's Sake
  • Being A Girl
  • Being A Mum
  • Books
  • British Stuff
  • Buddhism
  • Cats
  • Childhood
  • Christmas
  • Cleaning
  • Collecting
  • Cooking
  • Covid Times
  • Darkness
  • De-Cluttering & Organizing
  • Divorce
  • Dogs
  • Eating Out
  • Family
  • Fear
  • Feminism
  • Food
  • Frasier
  • Frasier and Niles
  • Full Moon
  • Gardening
  • Gay Husbands
  • Getting Older
  • Grey Divorce
  • History
  • Hope
  • Insomnia
  • Introspection
  • Literary
  • Love
  • Middle Aged
  • Music
  • My Brothers
  • My Father
  • My Fiction
  • My Mother
  • Nature
  • Nostalgia
  • Photography
  • Poetry
  • Public Library
  • Reading
  • Recipes
  • Retirement
  • Sadness
  • Self-Esteem
  • Someone's Mum
  • Spring
  • Tales from the Public Library
  • Teenagers
  • The General
  • Thrifting
  • Top Ten Lists
  • Travel
  • Uncategorized
  • Wildlife
  • Winter
  • Writers
  • Writing
Speranza NowWriting with honesty + a side order of sass
  • Archives
  • Contact Speranza
  • Speranza Whaaat? / Why I write this Blog
UncategorizedOn September 22, 2021 by Speranza

 

 

 

Share this:

  • Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
  • Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
  • Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
  • Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
  • Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket
  • Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram
  • Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
  • Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon
  • Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Click to print (Opens in new window) Print

Related

Tags: British Stuff, food, picky eaters; British food; the worst British foods; my mum; introspection

7 comments

  • bflyguy September 22, 2021 at 6:51 pm - Reply

    OMG – “rubbery internal cabling system”. Disgusting yet brilliant.

  • Jen brown September 22, 2021 at 8:12 pm - Reply

    Peeling skinod cooked cows tongue put me off head cheese. I do miss being able to eat raw hamburger. Know its as safe as the original lawn darts😂😂

  • K September 22, 2021 at 8:39 pm - Reply

    What a graphic, yet funny, offering! Glad the children did not suffer the same shame you did!

  • Jane Skinner September 22, 2021 at 9:27 pm - Reply

    My mother used to make something she called “hoh” (no idea how it’s actually spelled, we’re Scottish). I think it was basically head cheese, one of my least favourite phrases in the English language. Everyone in the family lived it, including the dog. I hated it. Cold, finely ground beef suspended in its own jelly. Vile.

  • Annie Game September 22, 2021 at 9:52 pm - Reply

    Hysterical…I actually had acid reflux just reading this…it also triggered my own experience of eating colonial meals…Find the Toad in the Hole and what I call the Organ Festival (liver or kidneys..I am no doctor but I could tell the difference by 4) ….my grandfather claimed if you put your ear over the pot you could hear the Winkles screaming…no Grandad…that was I…. thanks Sue!

  • Catherine Morrisey September 23, 2021 at 1:50 am - Reply

    Thanks for making me laugh from beginning to end. Would you like ventricles with that? Yes, and some offal would be lovely. I’m having a protein smoothie for dinner since I rarely cook and hardly notice food, failed home ec, and hate kitchens. You raise the bar for poets and literary food giants around the world.

  • Margaret Bernice Page September 27, 2021 at 9:33 pm - Reply

    Oh my goodness I grew up in Australia and thankfully never came across any of the food you described.

    We had the most delicious meat pies and tomato sauce which we managed to eat from a paper bag without utensils at the football game.

Leave a Reply to Catherine Morrisey Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Tags

adolescence Bad Customer Service Being a girl Being A Mum best books best music best poems Best Songs Ever Buddhism cats childhood cooking coping with news stories coping with pandemic divorce Fear food garden gardening gay husbands getting older grey divorce growing up in seventies Britain having a bad day hoarding introspection lipstick love making sense of the world Music my mum nostalgia pandemic photography poetry poor self esteem Reading self-actualization Someone's Mum's Recipes spring The General top ten lists winter poems Women of a certain age writing

Categories

Copyright Speranza Now 2026 | Theme by ThemeinProgress