Everything... except!

In the old days, the days of elaborate dinner parties with ladies competing for the hautest cuisine rosette, things were quite competitive. Mrs H always started preparing for ‘our turn’ a week in advance. This competitive edge meant lots of imaginative new dishes.

Nobody refused anything... ever! Mrs H disliked cold soup, which, alongside avocados, was all the rage, but bit her cold tongue about it.

These days though... everything’s much easier, except the menu! So many people won’t eat, or ‘can’t’ eat, this, that or the other, claiming intolerance. But I reckon the intolerants are them... crotchety ones too!