suggests this title.
On the blog above you will see antique TV sets. I have chosen something else antique, and dear to my heart.
IN THE BEGINNING
In the beginning was The Mincer
And the strong right arm of the cook.
My mother let me stand in the kitchen
So that I could get a good look.
First it was screwed to the table,
With a very firm twist of Mum's hand.
Monday was Washday at our house;
Meat-cakes were in great demand.
We'd had our Big Meal on the Sunday;
The joint and the gravy and such,
And now we would eat the leftovers,
The meat-cakes that I loved so much.
The cooked meat was fed into one end;
The spirals came twizzling out,
Each one like a very small sausage!
It was magic, without any doubt!
My mother then scooped up the minced-meat
And added ....well, what did she add?
I only know they were delicious!
And an equally big hit with Dad!
I think there was onion, all grated
(She must have wept buckets I fear).
When she started I fled from the kitchen
So I never suffered a tear!
There must have egg-yolk to mix it,
But, however much I may age,
The taste and aroma I'll treasure
Is the wonderful flavour of SAGE.
Those meat-cakes were straight out of heaven!
Not a morsel was let go to waste.
There's never been anything better
For aroma and texture and taste.
And we owed it all to The Mincer!
Such a miracle of design!
Have you got one in your kitchen?
I haven't got one in mine.
A seasonal but equally nostalgic look here: