"Thought for today:
"Sixty years ago, my friends and I watched Queen Elizabeth get crowned at a friend's house on the first television I'd ever seen. We ate, dined and celebrated as the years of austerity ushered in a new age. Our food celebration that day was a few paste sandwiches, real egg and Benshaws pop. Boy, did we eat our fill; not knowing what our meagre tea rations would bring later that day.
Today, my wife Sheila gives me a food celebration day, every day of the week.That darn Sheila Forde and her darn good cooking. I've eaten too much again. She says she loves me, but she's making me fat! I think she's making darn sure that I'll never be fit enough to run from her if she keeps me weighty enough!
Before we met, less than three years ago, I was light enough to float on a leaf without the merest sign of sinking into the depths of gourmet depravity. Now, all I think of from morning 'til bedtime is sweet soda bread, delicious damsel jam, magnificent malt bread, marvellous meat loaf and beautiful cheesecake which would bring a smile to the face of any curmudgeonly crusty old buffer who has never previously tasted food fit enough for a queen.
Blow the weight, pass me another slice of that heavenly cheese cake, Sheila and I'll not run away today! God save the Queen! God save Sheila's cooking!" William Forde : June 4th, 2013.