My first taste memory is of our nanny in South Africa making white bread sandwiches with salad cream, which was potato mashed with a cheap mayonnaise thing with bits in it of – I suppose – pickled cucumber. I absolutely loved them. And on the beach, she would butter Marie biscuits on the flat side and sprinkle hundreds and thousands on them, one by one from the packet, until it was empty. I was always concerned how the packet would divide up among the people present.
Sweet Jesus!
She’s flogging a new book isn’t she? Great PR.
What the hell is going on
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