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.  

Advice on food and eating

The advice heard on the radio this morning.
Don't eat anything your grandmother would not recognize as food.
Food Rules: An Eater's Manuel by Michael Pollan