Tuesday 12 December 2017





May I say how much I admire the housewives of Britain in these appalling present conditions for their courage in trying to give their families another super Christmas ...

It was 1975. I must have imbibed too many Snowballs because I don't recall it being particularly trying that year ...

But I do love Fanny Cradock and if you see her getting intimate with a turkey, you can see where Nigella's coming from. I do feel sorry for her drab assistant Sarah who is a bit like Dame Edna Everage's bridesmaid Madge.

Anyone fancy that raw mincemeat omelette????

6 comments:

Vronni's Style Meanderings said...

I remember watching her on TV but usually with a long suffering husband - it must have been pre 1975!

Mary said...

I think perhaps poor down-trodden Johnnie was dead by this stage, Veronica.

Isn't she amazing, Cornflower - a monster! I do love the eye-shadow and the girlish bows in her hair.

Anonymous said...

Oh, wonderful. Pure poison, both Fanny and her food. Apparently, her own kitchen at home was a scene of total squalor.

Tabitha said...

Oh my. That's a whole lot of forehead going on there.

Anonymous said...

I had forgotten the eyebrows painted halfway up her forehead!

mary said...

I should think she was a horror to work for. The way she snaps her fingers at that poor assistant!