The Ifit

I am pleased to introduce you to the one and only Geoff blogging over at TanGental

What’s an Ifit?
That’s quite a tricky thing to answer but it is definitely food related.
So that makes it appropriate to appear here, on Esme’s blog, right?

Well, yes, so long as I can actually explain the link between a completely made up word (though one that might help in Scrabble) and food.
In this, as in most things culinary we need to go back to my mother. I inherited many things from Mum when she died, not least her collection of thirteen glass mixing bowls and ten measuring jugs, but the one that is most important, which most reveals the essence of that woman and food is a little wooden sign that now hangs above our tea caddy (does anyone else think it’s odd that we have a tea caddy and a golf caddy but no other form of caddy? What does a dried leaf that creates the ultimate refreshing drink and a smart-arse heaver of clubs have in common? No idea. Sorry, but my blog isn’t called Tangental for nothing).

mum and sam

Where was I? The sign? Yes, sorry.

No matter wherever I place my guests
They always like my kitchen best

Mum was only really ever out of her kitchen for sleep and miscellaneous bodily functions, apart from spending time in her garden.

She cooked to feed, to inspire, to sustain, to console, to love, to mend, to compromise, to mollify and just for the sheer joy of it. But there was one rule, in her kitchen – no, rubbish, there were plenty, but the one I’m thinking of now is the one that said

Thou shall not waste so much as a grain or seed

Carcasses were boiled into stock, stale bread made into puddings, peelings were either juiced or composted. If jam went mouldy then the mould was scraped off and the underlying, and in her view, untroubled lower layer used as if nothing untoward had happened.

And so it was that we might be confronted with a meal that smelt fantastic but had the look and consistency of wallpaper paste. The ingredients may have once been a chicken and a potato but any semblance of those physical characteristics might have long since disappeared. No recipe was troubled in the making of this feast, no ingredient too humble to be excluded.

Ifit2

What are we having, Mum?

She might purse a lip, furrow a brow and continue to stir the pot.

It’s a sort of chicken casserole, darling…

We all knew what was coming

… ifit works

And so it was that the family had another uncharacterizable yet eponymous ‘ifit’ for tea. Chicken and lamb ifits were regulars; after Christmas the turkey ifits were ubiquitous. I don’t recall many dessert ifits but I’m sure there were many.

I inherited many other things from Mum, a lot before she died and one is that no dish is ever ruined by an extra ingredient. My family awaits a lasagne or cottage pie with a certain trepidation if I am the chef. They have been known to play Geoff the Chef bingo to see how many ingredients they can spot in any one dish. No one is surprised if the pork cassoulet has been enhanced with kumquat and chia. In part, it is because, like Mum, I hate to see things go off. But really it is my attempt, in these days of plenty, to pay homage to the simple and homely ifit meals of my youth.

I can be found at geofflepard.com for more of these sorts of dribbly bits of nonsense.

This is me, pretending to be able to fillet a fish

Ifit1

Note the stiff fingers; they’ve actually frozen to the piece of haddock.

If you tweet, then I pop up @geofflepard on occasions.

I’ve written the odd book, too and they are fab, of course. This is my author page if you’d like a dander.

You can find me @
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