I’m devastated. I’ve just had terrible news: it’s over and I can hardly believe it.
It’s so awful I may have to move back to the UK.
I know that betrayal isn’t right, but somehow it was beyond my powers to do the right thing.
It was beyond my control, it was hormonal. It all started when I was pregnant with my daughter. Yes, I know, I’m not trying to make excuses I’m just trying to let you see that it was chemical … too powerful for me to command.
But even after I had the baby, I just couldn’t … quite … give it up. It … was …too wonderful. I ache... my mouth aches with the thought of it.
And I’ve been told – categorically – that he will never be in Thailand again.
No more.
Finished.
I have kept my clandestine relationship with Branston Pickle a covert affair from my father for eleven years. My Dad makes the most delicious chutney. Real chutney: Mrs Postgate’s Tomato Chutney. I was weaned on his chutney and cheese sandwiches, turkey sandwiches on Christmas day, Boxing Day. I took pots of it to University. I was never without it and would leave a weekend in my family home, richer for the jar I took from the pantry.
Until I became pregnant with Daughter … and oh, the shame … I wanted cheese and Branston Pickle sandwiches. NOTHING else would do. It would be okay when I was no longer pregnant, I reasoned, I would revert: my sophisticated palate would return and I would resume my relationship with Mrs Postgate’s Chutney, those delicate flavours of vinegar, cloves, tomato… oh…
But no. Apparently not. I need crunchy Branston Pickle in my life. I had come to accept this: my one ‘can’t live without it’ item in Thailand.
And now I am told, someone has decided that there is no requirement for it in Thailand.
And it will no longer be imported here.
Crosse and Blackwell … what have you done?
I am feeling very, very sad.
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8 comments:
Oh my God woman, I thought you'd done done something proper naughty!!!
I'm even more worried about you now that I know what your secret yearning really is... ugh...
JJ - Your dirty secret is out....now everyone will know that it was you panic buying all the jars that are still on the shelves.....go on admit it....
(Jen - I couldn't agree more - eeeeuuugh)
Clearly you need a trip to the UK to stock up. Hard sided suitcase with lots of bubble wrap should od the trick!
Laugh out loud!
I was so worried that you were going to expose something really serious to the blogworld ... of course I kept on reading! :)
I can't remember the last time I had it, but yes I think I liked it. Clearly not as much as you though.
x
I love branston pickle too so I can understand your distress. Excellent post.x
Oh noooo that's terrible! You'll have to recruit everyone you know who travels from the UK to bring you some.
Hehehe, that lead-in was great! I love pickles too. Mmm. Sorry about the tragedy - go stock up and make friends send you some wrapped up safely when you run out.
Hello everyone
I'm feeling a bit sheepish for misleading you, but still giggling too.
I can't find any on shelves in other stores, so am actually contemplating making Mrs Postgate's!
JJx
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