Food: Eleven Nanna Things To Bake
Who’s your Nanna. My Nanna is Lorna. Lorna Nancy. She’s a gun at crochet, knitting, baking and telling you who’s who in the cricket. She wears her hair in a bun, flowers on her dress and sensible shoes. Her flat is dotted with photos, fridge magnets and hardy indoor plants. She tries not to use the heater too much, because it melted her footstool and now it looks all weirded out.
My Nanna lives in Tasmania, in a block of flats owned by the housing department. She used to be surrounded by other elderly people but she’s outlived them all. (It’s not only the plants that are hardy.) Now she’s surrounded by young men who can’t be housed anywhere else. It’s a bit sucky right? We need better housing solutions for both I think… but back to my Nan.
She dreams of a little house of her own, where she can have nice times without walking through a sea of spent beer cans. She wants to live somewhere they won’t steal her pot plants. And then she’ll be able to leave her baking on the window ledge, without fear of baking burglars too.
Here’s eleven good things my Nanna can bake. With her eyes closed. Wearing sensible shoes.
Who’s your Nanna?