“You’re getting quite good now aren’t you?” said my mum, who took up the last minute free place at the Maille mustard pop up in Spitalfields last night.
“Am I?”I replied dryly.
“Yes I quite liked that food.” emphasised mum, drawing breath, nodding vigorously, as if this had surprised her. “I mean the difference now, since the beginning…”she said loudly to the Maille mustard boss who’d employed me.
“Didn’t you like the other times?” I asked tightly. She’s been to The Underground Restaurant several times.
“Yes. But.” The penny was dropping.
“I mean the other times were daytime. I don’t like eating during the day.” She tried to dig herself out, continuing: “I prefer evenings. Food tastes better…”she shared airily with the rest of the Maille mustard team.
“Well, I must be going.” She picked up her peach handbag. Almost everything she possesses is peach or coral with the odd foray into lime green. She had her colours done once and that’s what they advised.
“That was lovely. Now, don’t forget to wear those support stockings I gave you” she advised, giving me a little wave on the way out. “Although it would really help if you weren’t so fat dear”.
“Bye mum” I muttered through a rigid smile.
This was my menu:
Mustard flowers from my garden