Thursday, 26 June 2008


Watching the likes of Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall and Jamie Oliver a while back and their campaigns for chicken welfare prompted us to do what we had been talking about for ages, namely getting our own hens. We now enjoy scrumptious eggs from the most spolit hens in the world.

Contact and see the work that they are doing to re-home these poor creatures.
In reassessing our whole attitude to buying food, we came to the conclusion that we were spending far too much of our income in the mighty Tesco. Besides throwing food into the basket in gay abandon, I had got into the habit of buying shoes, stamps, clothes, household items, dvd's topping up my mobile..etc, etc. If asked, I would reply much the same as everyone else in the world it seems, that they are cheap, it is all under one roof and I am passing the door on my way home from work everyday and how convenient to be able to just pop in for a couple of bits now and again, (or every day if I am honest). Of course, I never just went in and bought the can of dog food or the loaf of bread. Generally, something else would catch my eye and that was it, I was hooked. Of course I am weak and feeble (as I am constantly being reminded by man person), but in all honesty, how many of you have succumbed to their cunning plan? Because it is almost foolproof isn't it? Go on be honest.

I must stop at this juncture and say that the Cath Kidson bags on my last post were allowed as they are Cath Kidson, they are gorgeous and I just had to have them! Tesco does have it's uses.

Just in case you missed them yesterday!

However, I digress... We have a greengrocers come butchery come bakers shop not too far from where I live. So, it is a bit out of my way, and with petrol being the price it is you might question the validity of what I am doing. But this is not necessarily about saving money, it is about the redistribution of wealth such as it is. Most of the produce is grown by local farmers, a chicken I bought last weekend had been running around a local farm the day before, and I stress the running around bit. The prices are comparable, and in some cases cheaper, so all in all, I feel like I am achieving what I set out to do, which is break the strangle hold that Tesco has on us as a family and enjoy locally grown food that actually has some sort of taste and texture to it.

I am not going to save the world and Tesco probably couldn't care less one way or tother..but my world is a little better for it and those strawberries were so scrumptious.

I am leaving you with a couple of snippets from Housekeeping Monthly dated 13 May 1955 for all you slovenly, lazy and drab house wives out there (more to follow in future blogs). The comments in the brackets are mine not theirs.

When your husband returns home from work, make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. (Forget that you have been on your feet since 6am).

Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.(dont shriek like a banshee over the top of the Basil Brush Show or Dick and Dom).

Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. (Don't forget the baby sick, jam, crayon, poo, paint etc).
Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift, and one of your duties is to provide it. (No baby talk allowed, train journey, not choo choo etc).

We all nearly died of laughter when this was read out in the office and we have vowed to be better wives in the where did I put that ribbon!

Dev X


Art by Sophie said...

what a fantastic post! lol..

where do i start! we have weekly tesco rants when we do our weekly shopping. But i am like you. It is all under one roof, I need an easy life too! But alas, we're feeling the pinch like the rest and we're changing where we buy from. We've been buying free range chickens and eggs for a while now. onwards and upwards!!

you have to love those darling little 1950's wives. they were SO perfect! a 'disagreement' between myself and my man one evening, i think it was about the housework or something similar! After he let out his steam, I 'kindly' reminded him that I was not a housewife, I did not remember signing my life over to the housebound routines when we became an item!! really makes as laugh now....i'm all for rebellion!


Curlew Country said...

Brilliant post Dev, I loved reading it all and you're a woman after my own heart.

When we moved here last autumn I made a simialr decision and now market day is my favourite day of the week. I've got to know our lovely greengrocers (local veg), butcher (organic chicken) and fishmonger (sustainable species) quite well and am always coming home with cooking tips, extra freebies (pineapple anyone!) and a good feeling about supporting the local economy.

I do stray into Aldi (blimey this credit crunch is hitting!) for tins, cat food, washing powder and the like but about 80% comes from the town and I'd never go back now. Good for you, you will change your world and I think that's what really matters. What a great looking farm shop, I'd love to see the Land Army museum, I'm fascinated with the WLA.
Have a great week.
Stephx (sorry bit of a long one!)

Marja Kristiina said...

I could add to the 1955 bit the following:

Make sure that your make-up is flawless and your outfit of uttermost cleanliness, top-notch ironing and of gracious beauty as this is the image your husband will have of you after you die, and the standard against which his second wife will be evaluated.

Morbid, I know, but I couldn't help myself. Then again, that decade of male chauvinism and stay-at-home mom idealism isn't really men's fault but a government-level plot to make jobs available for the men returning home from war.

Nuff said ;-)

And dearest Dev, thank you so much. I feel honored to be your early morning pick-me-up ;-)