Monday, September 10, 2018

A cure for the common cold?

Younger Son was doing his usual, 'What have you got to eat?' routine, checking the fridge, pantry and cupboards when he came across one of my cake boxes.
'Er, what is this?' he asked.
'Um, banana bread?'

If you look closely you'll see that some of the mould is really rather lovely.
Perhaps I should have scraped it off and eaten it - the mould that is - with a slice of bread. It might have helped me stave off this annoying little cold that seems to have been passed on to me from children although I think, in this instance, not necessarily grandchildren but another little boy who climbs over - and sneezes over - me at Zac's.

I haven't been poorly for ages and, as I've said before, I am a rotten ill person. Moany, grumbly, sorry for myself. Generally best avoided.

I think I might treat myself to a Grey's Anatomy binge.

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We've just finished watching The Killing (the original Danish version with subtitles). It was very good building up the tension and making you wonder right up until the last episode who dunnit. It also involved possibly corrupt politicians so there were several threads. Highly recommended in spite of me being upset because - no, I'd better not tell you in case you haven't seen it. Although it is quite old so you probably have. 

Husband had previously watched the American version but he said that wasn't as good.

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Book-wise nothing really to recommend except The Boston Girl by Anita Diament.

Addie Baum is 85 years old when one of her grand-daughters asked her about her story. Born into a Jewish family in Boston in 1900 Addie tells her tale as any grandmother would when relating it to a grandchild. I mean she's chatty and informal but the story is full of history and life, humour and sadness.

Writers are usually taught that a story must have a beginning, a middle and an end. Addie's story doesn't conform to that; nothing really happens. Yes, it has a beginning but then it journeys slowly and contentedly for the reader through her life, through the tragedies and the joys.

I hope it doesn't sound boring because Addie is fab and her story is fascinating. I loved it. ****

7 comments:

Polly said...

Now that is impressive mould. I loved growing it in petri dishes when I was at school. The Killing sounds good, I'm not good with subtitles though. I've just watched Cardinal which I thoroughly enjoyed.

Polly said...

P.S. Hope you feel better soon.

Anonymous said...

Sorry that you are feeling poorly and I join Polly in hoping that you feel better soon.

The Boston Girl goes onto my list to take with me to the library this week. Thanks!

Liz Hinds said...

Thank you, Polly.

And you anonymous - Cop car?

Anonymous said...

I once had an old Home Economics teacher who ate a piece of mould that looked like that on cheese. our teen age reaction was overly dramatic I'm sure. she didn't die. and since then I've seen lots of mouldy cheese.
I hope you feel better soon! colds are to be pampered. indulge in something delightfully unmouldy.

Liz Hinds said...

I am indulging, Tammy. Feeling a bit better already! But I probably another day of, um, taking it easy.

nick said...

My mum was always scraping the mould off jam and marmalade, assuring us all it was "fine underneath". And it was. We never fell ill after a helping of marmalade. I still scrape the mould off things now, knowing it'll be "fine underneath". And best-by dates should always be taken with a pinch of salt.