When food is linked to your memories

So, the food order arrived at 9am this morning. A la Margot Ledbetter. In a van. Christmas was delivered.

Every two months I ensure that we work our way through the freezer and fridge. With the fridge dying the other week, that wasn't a problem and the freezer was down to a bag of oven chips and my frozen lobster which was put in there a few months ago when I got the opportunity to buy one on offer.

So, I defrosted the lobster today for my tea. Normally, it's a treat that we would have if we go to a fish restaurant. But with lockdown and wfh we've not done that sort of traveling these past 3 years so a lobster on offer in Morrisons was a big treat.

I gave hubby a plate of nibbly things as is our Christmas tradition (his blue goat's cheese, goats gouda, tomato, olives, home made chutney, crab, figs, goats cheese filled peppers, dill pickles, roll mops ... you get the idea.

And for me, some mayo, the lobster and two slices of bread. I have to say, I think my plate, only half his, was more divine.

It's December, it's wet and miserable but with every bite it feels like a summer day, outside the Oyster Sheds in Whitstable.

Food really has a way to bring memories to life.