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The family ran an olive farm prior to the war apparently.
But that was abandoned, bombed out of their home etc.
Malta for a period was the most bombed place on earth. The resilience of the people was staggering, as it was centuries before against the Ottoman Empire.
For one of the most amazing stories of the war: Operation Pedestal. The relief operation to relieve the siege. It has the lot. Triumph, disaster, intrigue, extraordinary bravery, guts and determination, controversy, individual stories.
On a more modern theme, a walk down the Main Street of Valletta in the sunshine and it has to be one of the best places on earth to be.
Malta for a period was the most bombed place on earth. The resilience of the people was staggering, as it was centuries before against the Ottoman Empire.
For one of the most amazing stories of the war: Operation Pedestal. The relief operation to relieve the siege. It has the lot. Triumph, disaster, intrigue, extraordinary bravery, guts and determination, controversy, individual stories.
On a more modern theme, a walk down the Main Street of Valletta in the sunshine and it has to be one of the best places on earth to be.
The old lady was born around St Julians way somewhere, not that anywhere is far in Malta!
Got bombed out, came to London in time for the blitz... *
*Edit: got that wrong, it was her mother and family who had to leave during the war. My nan was already here by then, circa '37. They joined her and her family in London, whilst my grandad was sent back overseas to Sicily this time. He had been stationed in Malta prior to the war.
The old lady was born around St Julians way somewhere, not that anywhere is far in Malta!
Got bombed out, came to London in time for the blitz... *
*Edit: got that wrong, it was her mother and family who had to leave during the war. My nan was already here by then, circa '37. They joined her and her family in London, whilst my grandad was sent back overseas to Sicily this time. He had been stationed in Malta prior to the war.
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St Julians is a popular holiday destination sitting between Bugibba (another popular destination) and Sliema which sits across a bay from Valletta. A few Euros buys you a little trip across followed by a lung busting walk up into Valetta itself.
A good way of getting around used to be the busses. Ancient, repaired many times, rotted out, holes in the floor, hilariously good fun. 50 cents could get you anywhere. Many of the cars were 50s and 60s too. Sadly regulations shovelled all the owner drivers out, Arriva took the contract, a fraction of the number of buses, albeit shiny ones, and getting about was more difficult when I was there a few years ago. Hopefully it’s improved now
As you say, it’s a relatively small island. Great place though.
Though my cooking horizons are far more broadened since starting uni. I’ve even put wine into a dish or two. There’s a strong chance by the end of this year, I’m moving away to Scotland with a friend of mine. So that would be fun. May try my first ever haagas!
You should get yourself a cookbook mate. People talk about their fancy dishes that sound complicated, but when you start following recipes (and get used to certain bits you pick up with practice like how to zest a lime, the best way to grate nutmeg etc.) then it's really not that difficult.
Since being on the diet I'm on, and not having a job so I'm doing all the cooking, I've got quite the dab hand at it. Did an amazing beef rendang the other day; the flavour was an explosion in the mouth! The missus now reckons I'm better at cooking than her and regularly says "I'd happily pay for that in a restaurant" after meals.
It's up there with durian as a good foodie challenge:
'In 1971 it became illegal to import haggis into the US from the UK due to a ban on food containing sheep lung, which constitutes 10—15% of the traditional recipe. The ban encompasses all lungs, as fluids such as stomach acid and phlegm may enter the lung during slaughter.'
A joke sometimes maintained is that a haggis is a small Scottish animal with longer legs on one side, so that it can run around the steep hills of the Scottish highlands without falling over. According to one poll, 33 percent of American visitors to Scotland believed haggis to be an animal.
It's up there with durian as a good foodie challenge:
'In 1971 it became illegal to import haggis into the US from the UK due to a ban on food containing sheep lung, which constitutes 10—15% of the traditional recipe. The ban encompasses all lungs, as fluids such as stomach acid and phlegm may enter the lung during slaughter.'
A joke sometimes maintained is that a haggis is a small Scottish animal with longer legs on one side, so that it can run around the steep hills of the Scottish highlands without falling over. According to one poll, 33 percent of American visitors to Scotland believed haggis to be an animal.
It's up there with durian as a good foodie challenge:
'In 1971 it became illegal to import haggis into the US from the UK due to a ban on food containing sheep lung, which constitutes 10—15% of the traditional recipe. The ban encompasses all lungs, as fluids such as stomach acid and phlegm may enter the lung during slaughter.'
A joke sometimes maintained is that a haggis is a small Scottish animal with longer legs on one side, so that it can run around the steep hills of the Scottish highlands without falling over. According to one poll, 33 percent of American visitors to Scotland believed haggis to be an animal.
You should get yourself a cookbook mate. People talk about their fancy dishes that sound complicated, but when you start following recipes (and get used to certain bits you pick up with practice like how to zest a lime, the best way to grate nutmeg etc.) then it's really not that difficult.
Since being on the diet I'm on, and not having a job so I'm doing all the cooking, I've got quite the dab hand at it. Did an amazing beef rendang the other day; the flavour was an explosion in the mouth! The missus now reckons I'm better at cooking than her and regularly says "I'd happily pay for that in a restaurant" after meals.
We were between Portugal and Scotland. At the moment it’s Scotland that is leading that battle. As fun as it would be in Portugal, that’s a bloody big move to make. Scotland is at least only a train away.
Out of interest.. what is a haagas? It’s a part of a pig isn’t it? I could just google it so no idea why I’m not..
Haagas is the bit of a haggis you don't want!
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