Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot;
I see of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot
– Traditional rhyme
And so it is that every 5th November we make our way to a local, beautiful park where a bonfire is lit and fireworks are set off to a rousing soundtrack provided by a local radio station, the baseline of which resonates through your whole body, starting from your feet and moving to the top of your head, eventually exploding out of your bobble hat.
I absolutely love it.
Alongside this communal sharing of sparkle, there are certain foodstuffs which compliment being out in the November chill.
Different regions have different versions of a traditional bonfire night supper. When we were growing up it was jacket potatoes, since meeting my beautiful man, we have pie and peas. But hang on there, it’s not any old pie and peas. Ohhhh, no.
To do it correctly, you must buy a pork pie and warm it up in the oven. You then open a couple of tins of mushy peas and warm in a pan. Put the two together then, and this is the crucial bit, add mint sauce.
Now by this time I’m guessing there will be a few of you thinking, ‘What the bally heck is appealing about that heart attack concoction?’
I am saying nothing except, try it. You may like it. I love it. And what’s more for me, it’s part of the autumn season of foodstuffs which, eaten at any other time of year, may just not hit the spot. Eaten at the right time of year and as a compliment to a cultural tradition, transmogrify into the most wonderful dance partner imaginable.