I have been feeling a little achy the last few days and whilst I was busying myself feeling sorry for yours truly I remembered my fantastic grandad.
H.H. Tork was forward thinking, a feminist, creative and with a level of patience I have yet to discover in anyone else. He also did all the cooking in the household and tinkered with everything in general; much to the annoyance of my grandmother and my father.
When I decided at the tender age of 6 that meat was definitely murder, he embraced my opinion, reassured me that no one else should or could tell me what to do and set about cooking the most loveliest food for me. He would make stacks of pancakes for me with savory fillings and syrupy ones for dessert.
This was my favorite breakfast; curried mushrooms on toasted bread the size of a doorstop. Dripping with olive oil and spice this little dish never fails to put a smile on my face.
And before I go; why did I choose this rather silly photo? Because it sums up my youth and him up totally; a big smile on his face and on the ferry to the Norway summer house. He would go on at length to anyone who would listen that that he would never go on vacation to countries with political regimes he didn’t agree with.
And so no package holidays to sunny Spain for us in the 70’s but Fjords, outdoor life and family fun.
Thank you ‘Opa Herman’ for all the summers and time I spend with you and Oma. Will always remember your lovely-ness x