A TASTE OF THE PAST

There's something strange about us Brits. Why are we so nostalgic for the cuisine of yesteryear? I don't believe food was better in my childhood - quite the opposite.

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I'm still traumatised by chewing my way through ox tongue at my grandma's on a Sunday, or forcing down the mysterious lumps of offal my nana served, with onions fried in lard. Yuck. My mother had her own culinary quirks (sorry, Mum!).

She would lovingly ladle boiled spinach onto a cold plate, instantly turning it tepid and drawing out every metallic, earthy note. To this day, I can't eat spinach without being transported back to that mournful pile of wilted misery.