This is the time of year of ‘mellow fruitfulness’ when our local churches will be doing a lot of ‘ploughing and scattering’.
Folks still like a ‘traditional’ harvest service, but the celebration itself is a Victorian invention, the first being held in 1843 in the parish of Revd Stephen Hawker who was known locally for his poetry and his copious use of opium!
Harvest festival is different in a town than in country parishes. Having had eight rural churches before coming to Bridport late September and October was a blitz of boxes of apples, tins of beans and assorted vegetables from the gardens.
In fact, an oversized marrow almost killed me. Left on the doorstep outside our house I didn’t see it and set off down the drive like a lumber jack on a log! I’m not sure, even now, if it was done on purpose or not.
Bridport is a good half way point between urban and rural. We are surrounded by beautiful countryside, the harvest of the sea is close by and West Dorset is a foodie’s heaven. Walking the market on a Saturday is a gastronomic experience in itself and one can enjoy the sights and smells of food at its very best.
And talking of thanks; a big thank-you to those who supported the harvest services at St. Mary’s and Bridport Primary schools and the customers of the Ropemakers on West Street who last Saturday, as part of a national campaign to raise funds for foodbanks, supported Cupboard Love with cash and gifts. As regular readers of Bridport News will know the calls on our foodbanks in the town are increasing.
I remember when growing up a boxed Vesta curry was the height of culinary chic. And the excitement when the first Chinese take-away opened locally was great. Bean sprouts seemed very exotic compared to a diet based largely on potatoes and gravy.
I’ve stopped reading about the latest horror stories about food. If we followed all the differing advice you’d starve to death! Rather, be thankful!