"Actually, I *am* English, I was born and grew up in the UK". Ah, sorry - thought I'd read somewhere that someone had checked something for Britishness for you! Well, wherever you've been for the last 17 years, you still manage to sound entirely English which is quite a feat! Yes, I'm quite nostalgic for Bonfire night, too and that's only because my kids have both grown up and are away now and it isn't quite the same going to the town bonfire on my own! Awwww - altogether now! I do open the curtains to watch for the really big fireworks going off over the town but my cats take rather a dim view of this so I get reproachful glares! The bit about oxtail soup rang true - my mouthwatering memory of Bonfire Night when I was a child in the Fifties is the toffee my Dad used to make - the only thing I can remember him making, he wasn't one for cooking. Sugar and butter boiled up until drops hardened in cold water and a tiny bit of vinegar added at the end, and then you had to wait for it to cool and harden before you could eat it! Oh, can almost taste it - and feel the sharp corners of the broken pieces that softened as it melted in your mouth. Quite different from the caramel that most people call toffee now!
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Date: 2006-11-05 02:54 pm (UTC)Ah, sorry - thought I'd read somewhere that someone had checked something for Britishness for you! Well, wherever you've been for the last 17 years, you still manage to sound entirely English which is quite a feat!
Yes, I'm quite nostalgic for Bonfire night, too and that's only because my kids have both grown up and are away now and it isn't quite the same going to the town bonfire on my own! Awwww - altogether now! I do open the curtains to watch for the really big fireworks going off over the town but my cats take rather a dim view of this so I get reproachful glares!
The bit about oxtail soup rang true - my mouthwatering memory of Bonfire Night when I was a child in the Fifties is the toffee my Dad used to make - the only thing I can remember him making, he wasn't one for cooking. Sugar and butter boiled up until drops hardened in cold water and a tiny bit of vinegar added at the end, and then you had to wait for it to cool and harden before you could eat it! Oh, can almost taste it - and feel the sharp corners of the broken pieces that softened as it melted in your mouth. Quite different from the caramel that most people call toffee now!