Jam, scones & health plan

 

Well the jam turned out great, and I must say gooseberry jam is now my all time favourite jam, and of course I didn’t just make the jam I also made scones too, now I just need to get to the shops for some clotted cream lol. Its great using fresh produce from your own garden to make your own preserves, its extremely therapeutic, I must get back to making our own bread another therapeutic and tasty task, and you can’t beat home made sourdough bread. I want to devise a new healthy menu for my wife and I, we have been vegetarian for some 14 years now, but I feel our diet could be a lot healthier which may or may not help with some of my health issues.I have been diagnosed with MCI (Mild Cognitive Impairment) which does worry me as my father developed vascular dementia, but I mustn’t get worrying about things that might not come to pass, I have enough issues to tackle as it is. So hopefully a change of diet will help some of these ailments, I want to try to get some exercise going too obviously I have had issues moving around with my legs being so large, but now with the help of my Farrow Wraps, my legs are a lot smaller so I need to get walking more, I now have an activity tracker and hopefully I can set some goals a steadily up my activity. As for our diet I want to make it as free from processed food as possible and as much as I can make everything fresh (home made).

I must say I loved my career as a chef, though I feel today I have probably forgotten a lot of what I used to know, but I still enjoy cooking, and sometimes long for that life of running a kitchen, till my body tells me not to even think about it, lymphoedema can really suck! Somedays it feels as if both your legs have been plunged into boiling oil, thank God though it’s not every day that it’s like that. It was about two years ago now that I had a open wound start on the back of my left leg which just got bigger and bigger, it becoming infected and would not heal, it all seemed never ending and I was about as low as one can get, but they did heal and the Farrow Wraps now stop my legs from swelling and splitting again, then last July 2016, I started to feel a little unwell, went for a lie down, woke up feeling worse, couldn’t stop shaking, my wife and daughter called an ambulance and I was rushed into hospital, turned out to be sepsis terrifying how quickly it started and went out of control, I spent a week in hospital and don’t ever want to experience that again.

Today we are off to the garden centre if I can do it, To get a few things for the garden, not sure quite what yet but we shall see and I’ll let you know. Well I’m not sure how I’m doing as a blogger, I’m getting a few followers, and views which is great, it’s all still a bit new but I’m learning fast, not to sure what the difference between a viewer and a visitor is, but your are all welcome lol.

Gooseberry jam

Gooseberry jam & scones

Gooseberries & mind games.

 

Well we picked 3lb of gooseberries yesterday, not a huge amount but enough to make some jam, it’s a job to time picking any fruit in our garden, as I have said before it’s very much a cottage/wildlife garden, and the wildlife seem to get their fair share of the bounty, but that’s the way it should be we all have to live, and at this time of year the are all trying to feed their young, and it’s lovely to be able to see all thous young fledglings in the garden. So my first job today after posting this blog is jam making, and I shall post a photo of the finished produce, have our scones ready lol.

I have been starting to feel stressed today, and I know the feeling will grow completely out of control as the week goes on, I felt at ease when we returned from our long weekend break last weekend, testing out our new eriba caravan we really love it, it’s very retro and comfortable, and having achieve our first get away I was now ok that we were back home, I could relax again and enjoy looking at the photos from the weekend, really like looking at the for the first time as if I had not been there and I was looking at someone else’s adventure, I was now safe at home. Then today the subject arose about going on another trip, and right away I can feel the tension inside, I want to curl up into a ball and hide away, I could shake myself, tell myself how daft I am “I’m 62 in a couple of weeks” why do I have to be like this, why can’t I just be like others? I will try and fill my thoughts with other stuff, but it will just be there all the time, tapping me on the shoulder when I let my guard down, I want to tackle this but honestly I don’t know if I can! I have great support from my family but it’s so difficult to open up and put things into words, especially when your supposed to be the head of your family. It breaks my heart when my we get to the shops and my wife or daughter ask if I am coming into the shops, and I say no, then the little voice of my 4 year old granddaughter says “come on grandad, please!” The mind is so very complicated, but a day a a time that’s all I can do.

On a lighter note I’ll share a story of when I was an apprentice chef, training under my father. It was a very busy kitchen in a seaside three star hotel, I was about 16 at the time and most of us were smokers then, so every now and then we would say “just off to the toilet chef” and my father who was the head chef would say don’t be to long, knowing that we were really just going for a cigarette. My father had a funny side to him and loved a joke, we had all been caught by him, he would wait for us to enter the outside toilet that was in the passage leading to the garage, the toilet had a gape above and under the door, and as soon as he saw a puff of smoke come over the top he would throw a full bucket of ice cold water over the top, you can imagine the shock lol.

So one day we all planed our revenge, and it was not long before we had our chance, my father headed off to the toilet, and we all filled our buckets and marched outside, the light went on so we all let loose our buckets of ice cold water…… the screams and shouts from within were not that of my father, oh no! What had we done? We all ran back into the kitchen where we each kept our heads down and got on with our work, but each one of us kept an eye on the door to see who would come in. To our horror the door opened and a raging head porter in his top hat and tails came in drenched demanding to know who had done this to him, no one uttered a word, there were some muffled sniggers, but when he left to get change my father returned, he could hardly stand up, and there were tears of laughter coming down his face – yes he had set us up really good, he had suspected what we were up to, no one but him had notice the head porter head for the toilets we were to busy watching my dad, he then followed the head porter but instead of going to the toilets had run into the garage where he watched the whole thing unfold, it’s laughable now but we were bricking it at the time.

Just thought that may lighten your day, I post pics of the gooseberry jam later..

Gooseberries

Life as a chef

 

So I’ve told you a bit about my lymphoedema and how it affects me, the anxiety, phobia and depression, I do have other health issues to which I will talk about with you as we get to know each other lol, but for now I’d like to tell you a little bit about me as a chef, before the lymphoedema ended my career.
Well I left school at the tender age of 15, couldn’t wait to leave, I hated every day of my school life, and can barely remember one happy moment there. I had been going into work with my father who was head chef of a large 3 star seaside hotel, I worked my summer holidays there since about the age of 12, I would also go in with him in the evenings after school, I loved cooking and I loved the environment of the large kitchen brigade, of which my father was boss, and I too one day wanted that position.
So on leaving school I began an apprenticeship under my father and over the following years I progressed through the ranks of chefs to become head patissier (pastry chef) I loved that position, though I still wanted more. My next proper move up was as second chef of a very large four star hotel with a very large brigade of 15-16 chefs and again I flourished but still wanted that head chefs position.
Things sort of went sideways then for a while, when my parents sold their small guesthouse they were running together and bought a restaurant with a café and a guesthouse in mid Devon, we all went into it as a family, my father doing the cooking, mother running the café, my older brother running the bar, my little brother just enjoyed eating in the restaurant at a table for one lol and yes I was now head waiter! It wasn’t a position that I enjoyed but it was great experience. We was at the restaurant for a few years when my parents sold up and my brother went back into architecture and I for a short while became chef at a private school in Shropshire. I was only there for a short while as my mother and I decided to take on a small café in a small Shropshire hillside town, it was lovely and we had a good turnover, built up a good trade, then the landlord decided he wanted a share of the action and put up the rent, so we decided to give that up and I found myself flitting through jobs, back with dad for a while as his second chef, then chef/catering manager of a large Mecca night club, then to be head chef of a newly opened wine bar serving Mediterranean style food it was a great little restaurant and very special as it’s also where I met my lovely wife Caz.
Caz had started work at the restaurant as assistant manager, and we hit it off right away joking with each other and generally pranking about, Caz also acted as my second chef when I got some freelance jobs from Mecca and we would travel to take charge of a kitchen at one of the clubs and cook for large functions of up to 900 – 1000 customers, it paid well but was hard work. It didn’t take me long to pop the question to Caz and for her to accept, though it took about 18 months before we got married, in the meantime we run a fish restaurant in Lymington, then moved to Devon worked in a Greek restaurant, started a couple of catering supply businesses that didn’t really take off, bought a house, got married, now have a wonderful daughter who has her own family, and we have two lovely grandchildren. I worked in my dream job position of head chef I several top hotels in Devon before running a restaurant franchise which was when my lymphoedema started. We now live in a beautiful part of north Wales with amazing bays & beaches and I love the slow pace of life so different to the busy hustle and bustle of a busy kitchen. And thats it for my career, though I have some funny moments I shall share with you as we spend time together. Hope you have a great day!

Below is a photo of me and my father, I was about 14 years old, seems like yesterday, I miss him so very much.