I don't remember my Home Economics teacher at all. Not her name, nor what she looked like. Maybe this explains why I'm hopeless in the kitchen and can only just manage to sew a button onto my shirt after stabbing myself in the finger a few times.
I can remember most of the other teachers I had at school by either name or face, but there's just a blank when it comes to Home Economics lessons. I vaguely remember having to take ingredients in when we were doing cooking... maybe we made an egg salad one time? Something with pastry? The only thing I definitely remember making was a blancmange. And it was horrible. I've not eaten blancmange since. Does anybody still eat blancmange? When was the last time you had one?
I wish I had paid more attention in Home Economics. I wish I'd taken it past the second year. Nowadays, boys might be more likely to do so, but back in the Neolithic era, it was very much seen as a girl's subject and the other kids had more than enough ammunition when it came to targeting me, I wasn't going to give them an easy goal like that.
Because I don't remember the name of my Home Economics teacher, I guess we'll have to call her Mrs Fucking MacMurphy...
Not a fan of blancmange the food. As for the band, Neil Arthur once liked a tweet in which I pretended to think a photo of Jacob Rees-Mogg and his Nanny was actually an old photo of Blancmange for humorous effect so I feel a certain loyalty to them.
ReplyDeleteHobnobbing with the stars again!
DeleteWhen I started teaching the two teachers I had most respect for were in what was then called Design and Technology, one taught food technology and the other did fashion: they had teach and monitor 20 or more teenagers using all sorts of potentially hazardous equipment and tools, a hell of a lot harder than 20 or so buggering about with protractors.
ReplyDeleteA pair of compasses can be pretty dangerous in the right hands.
DeleteI remember my Primary School Home Economics teacher's name because she was young and quite trendy - Miss Jaffrey. She got engaged and before her wedding we girls collected some of our pocket money and bought her a pair of plastic bambis as a present. Wonder if she's still got them.
ReplyDeleteIt was also in her class that I sewed through the tip of my finger with the sewing machine. Dangerous business.
I imagine that memory will stay with you.
DeleteI’m very curious about what a plastic bambi is… - Brian
ReplyDeleteA Bambi made out of plastic?
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