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Rural People and Issues : First catch your hare - rural recipes

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It has begun.  Early in the morning, the first hesitant oodle noise.

It’s not often that one gets called a Mighty Goddess of the Kitchen but it’s just happened to me.

It all starts innocently enough.  A quick phone call from my former workmates at the local paper, asking a few innocent questions. 

We’d made a date.  Actually, it was more of a dinner engagement. 

Spring is a tricky time of year.  There’s new life bursting out all over the place, lambs, calves and weeds.  And it’s too windy.

Daddy has come home to live with me. 

Good things take time, I recall Mariano telling me many years ago. 

Ah, Christmas.  The sparkle, the glitter, the food.

I didn’t think she would believe me.  I truly didn’t. 

As the days start getting chill I think about all those blood sucking insects who won’t be dining on me. 

They are waiting for me outside.  Every time I go into the garden I know they’re there, lurking.

Sharon said this can be made with just about any fruit but I don’t believe her.

‘Tis time.  Second Christmas is upon us.

Does anyone want a magnificent rooster? 

Mother-in-law knew the importance of putting on a good spread. 

Casually I had enquired what David – who was turning older in a few weeks -  would like as a special birthday meal. 

My old hand-written cooking book is falling apart, and the ink fading.

It gave me a glow of satisfaction to order my free-range, home cured ham extra early this year. 

Two in the morning is not my favourite time.  But we’d just been woken by terrible sounds coming from the hen house and had to investigate.

Vera Lynn got it all wrong.  She sang that bluebirds would be flying over the white cliffs of Dover and in fact there’s not a one to be found - bluebirds live in America.

I always know it's time to make a huge pot of Boston baked beans when the cat glues herself to the chair by the fire.

Normally I’m quite fond of rabbits, and enjoy seeing them hopping about in that rabbit way of theirs.

There's no question, food always tastes better when someone else cooks it for you.

I am proud.  I have baked my Christmas cake.  It is sitting in the larder, and when I remember, I give it a feed of brandy.

Food - I am so over it.  This unusual state of affairs came about as a result of over indulgence during the festive season.

There's nothing like the aroma of baking bread - especially if someone else is making it.

I'm so over winter. I've splashed out on extra warm gear and wear my new fingerless gloves under my old fingered gloves and still get frozen.

This is plain, no-nonsense country-style tucker: easy to make, sustaining, delicious, but Baked Alaska it is not.

Here's the thing - invite friends for dinner and when they arrive, surprise them with the fact they have to provide it.

One of the best things of travelling abroad is trying out new experiences, especially if those experiences involve food.

It was an food writer, Hannah Glasse, who began a recipe with the words "First, catch your hare."

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