Thursday, January 14, 2010
Maurice, from Paul
When I was around 7 years old, I remember going to my grandparents who lived in a very posh flat in Maida Vale, London. My grandfather – Maurice – was very Victorian, regaled me with great stories and was often in a smoking jacket. My grandmother Bessie – delightful and sweet natured – would usher me into the lounge to meet my grandfather and then reappear with caviar on toast. Today, I am a vegetarian but the mere thought of caviar on toast takes me back to literally a bygone era.
Posted by Marie Christine Katz at 12:20 AM
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