Hello everyone, from an extremely wet and dark Deeside.
I'd actually thought we might take these ideas one at a time - but it's great that everyone has dealt with them all, I can find many more on Simon's old podcasts. (He is, incidentally, delighted to hear that we're making use of his and Rachel's material!)
I realise I haven't actually answered the questions myself yet, so here goes:
Do we care what characters eat?Yes, I very much do. I think it says so much about them. Barbara Pym is brilliant on food, and I remember so many telling little details about her characters' choices (or lack of choices). Mildred (in
Excellent Women), with her string bag containing 'just a small loaf and my library book', Her vicar friend Julian and his sister Winifred, at whose table Mildred sits down;
'without any very high hopes, for Julian and Winifred, as is often the way with good, unworldly people, hardly noticed what they ate or drank, so a meal with them was a doubtful pleasure...tonight Mrs Jubb set before us a pale macaroni cheese and a dish of boiled potatoes. and I noticed a blancmange or 'shape', also of an indeterminate colour, in a glass dish on the sideboard.'
By contrast, when Mildred has her annual lunch with William, brother of her friend Dora, he insists on taking her 'to a restaurant in Soho where he was known', and fusses endlessly over the menu; 'the liver would probably be overdone, the duck not done enough, and the weather had been too mild for the celery to be good...it seemed as if there was really nothing we could eat...A bottle of wine was brought. William took it up and studied the label suspiciously...."A tolerable wine, Mildred" he said, "Unpretentious, but I think you will like it."' - which just about says it all regarding William's character (both she and he are still in their 30s, yet she feels she is already on the shelf, and he most definitely 'was not the kind of man to marry.')
Then there's all the wonderful food in
The Wind in the Willows; Ratty's winter stores, the fabulous picnics he packs for his expeditions with Mole;
'"There's cold chicken inside it (the basket)" replied the Rat briefly, "coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrollscresssandwichespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater..."
"Oh stop, stop" cried the Mole in ecstasies: "This is too much!"
"Do you really think so?" inquired the Rat seriously "It's only what I always take on these little excursions..."'
and the delicious supper Ratty knocks up at Mole's house while Mole himself is wailing about 'not having anything in' - I think
The Wind in the Willows would be so much the poorer without Kenneth Grahame's descriptions of these delicious meals, and they all add to our view of Rat as a thoroughly good, resourceful and decent bloke.
There are also a lot of banquets and magical foods in the Harry Potter books, which my children loved (though having said she was not going to get into a lot of rubbishy merchandise, Rowling seems to have been OK with the sale of sweets, etc that were really not that great.)
Food is also very much tied up with class in the UK (perhaps more so in England than in Scotland) - in my much loved Posy Simmonds
Wendy Webber books, the left wing intelligentsia of North London eat borscht, quiches, lentils and muesli (this was the 1970s - now they would be much,
much more foodie, and it would all be vegan, 'clean', organic...), whereas the locals in the Cornish villages on which they all descend to teach their children about Nature (sanitised version) live on chips, ready meals, shop cakes and Fray Bentos pies.
However, I cannot
stand the plethora of modern novels that feature cupcakes, pies, biscuits, etc and even include the recipes at the back (or worse, in the actual text). If I want a recipe I will look at a cookbook, not some twee nonsense about a heroine who is inevitably
dragged back to her perfect country village childhood home, much against her wishes for of course she is a high-flying city girl with no time for the country - only to find that she loves the slow way of life, has a hitherto unknown talent for baking, opens a cafe in the lovely little cottage/shop that Granny has left her (for Granny, naturally, is the only one who
really understood her..) makes a roaring success of it, and - just as an aside - crosses swords with the local market gardener/coffee supplier/ice cream man, who in no time at all proposes.
Sadly this nonsense seems to be increasingly popular, I never saw so many paperbacks with the words 'cosy', 'cupcake', 'cafe', 'Cornish', 'Devon', 'By the sea', 'wedding', 'sweetshop', 'chocolate', 'bakery' and 'beach' in the title. I suppose it's escapism, which we all need from time to time, and I'm certainly not immune to it, but a tiny bit of reality once in a while would improve things.
I'll stop here and discuss the other points in another post!
Rosemary